From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen

ted. Every object held a memory of a lie. She needed to feel the we

to Fift

y. Evelyn wasn't shopping for the frilly, pastel things Julian liked her to wear-the clothes of

r a black wool coat, when she heard the voice. It was

nce. Her mo

oria was saying to a terrified sale

peered through t

t to her, pirouetting in front of a tri-fold mirror, was Scarlett. And

e "Board Meet

he side door. But then she looked at Julian. He

o

over her dress. It fit perfectly. She buttoned it up,

Her voice was smooth, carrying e

hat followed

her layers of makeup. "Evelyn? What on ea

arlett. Panic flared in his pupils. "Evelyn, darling. I... I bumped i

ips. She leaned toward Victoria and whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, "

hide their embarrassment. Julian looked reli

irected at Scarlett. She stepped closer, invading Scarlett'

tt's ear, and whispered so softly that

ta grammaire est atroce." (On the contrary, darling. It i

aring at Evelyn as if she were a ghost. Evelyn winked, then s

asked, sensing the tensio

ed brings out her eyes

d that was linked to the joint account. The account that was technically funded b

he card. It fel

she said to the assis

ndbag Scarlett had been eyeing. The

lett needs a

. Julian reached for

ned, then snapped with a loud, sharp c

halves into Scarlett

es dead. "I think this acco

ills she had retrieved from her private safe deposit box that mor

," she told the

store. She didn't look back. She didn't need to. She could feel Julian's shock radiating like h