“You told me she scratched the car, that she was after you—”

“I lied about the car because I wanted you to leave her, yes!” Charlotte shrieked, and the whole room heard her confess it.

“I admit that!

But I never once told you to beat your wife!”

And there, on the ballroom floor, in front of the assembled financial press, the alliance that had gathered thirty-six hours earlier to strip me of everything began to devour itself.

Gavin accused Mason of stealing far more than he’d ever authorized.