For four hours, I had been the victim of my husband’s plan, the isolated orphan Evelyn had gloated over, powerless and alone.

And in the space of a single phone call, using a number I had mocked a humorless man for making me memorize, I had ceased to be that woman entirely.

I was not an abandoned wife with no one to call.

I was a senior auditor with an emergency protocol, and the protocol was now running, and behind it stood a firm, and a legal division, and resources that Julian, in his contempt, could not have imagined.

Evelyn had wanted to see who would come for me.