yet, but I would s

hild, it sealed it for him. The prenup was iron-clad, and these photos provided a

Then last year, he had talked about having a baby... It had been she who had said she wasn'

e quickly," sh

installed might catch more, but legally, what I have is sufficient.

. She would need to cool her heels over the weekend, but h

e on him all week

how easy it had been to gather evidenc

ey doesn't know I'm aware of his affair. I'd like to k

or." Ben walked her to the door. "Good luck, H

veryone could see what had taken her years to acknowledg

tch. Her application to The Velvet Room had been approved. She'd been granted provision

dn't go, could she? It wasn't right. But hell, she had just found out that not only was her husband cheating, he had made another woman-n

mbling, she opened the message. All tests clear. No STDs detected. Relief hit so hard her eyes stung. At least Riley hadn'

, her pleasure, her power. She didn't care about how Riley would feel

eras showed he had finally returned to their apartment. She steeled her

e glanced up, his expression briefly registering surprise at her appearance. The tailored pantsuit was a far cry from her usual weeken

ed, a hint of suspicion in hi

gie," she lied smoothly. "W

wed slightly. "You

she said with

y with her work disguise of Joy Smith. Now Honey questioned why. Was it because he could te

just another of his tactics to keep her confidence low, to ensure she wouldn't recogniz

droom. "I have some work to catch up on. I'll change and lock myself

is phone. "I'm going out later anyway. Paul's

her. How would he react if she said she would love to come? Honey bit back a sarcastic response. "Have f

adn't been as difficult as she'd expected. The distance betwee

r laptop to check her work email, the mindless routine helping to calm her nerves. To her surprise, there was a mes

heir encounter at the restaurant. Would he be so dismissive if he knew Joy Smith an

ip interview is confirmed for 9 PM

ng to risk being picked up directly from her apartment. No traces,

d Honey go back into their bedroom because she had

omething appropriate for her interview at The Velvet Room. The email had specified "elegant attire," sugges

ilk dress that complemented her red hair and green eyes. Riley had sneered when she'd brought it home, ca

e mirror. The cut was timeless, sophisticated yet undenia

o long hiding herself, dimming her light to make Riley comfortable, she had been Joy for work to make it on her own,

ing her curves without clinging too tightly. She'd swept her red hair into an elegant updo, with te

ipped into black heels that brought her to just under six feet tall. The woman

Honey Johnson wa

car waited exactly at the appointed time. The driver opened the door without a wor

fear was still there, humming beneath her skin, but it was overshadowed by a sense of liberation. Tonight, in a

rehouse district. The architecture was industrial but elegant, with no si

ing her a small golden key c

door her email proof of her meeting. He nodded and led her

r began its smooth ascent to the third floor. Her heart pounded, but she k

re a stunning woman in a tailored black suit and small dom

e said. "You

finding her