“My husband, Brody, built his mayoral campaign on my stolen masterpiece, "Project Nightingale." I was his secret weapon, the ghostwriter of his success. Then I discovered his affair. And then, I discovered I was pregnant. But to him, our baby wasn't a blessing; it was the perfect leverage to control me forever. His mistress, frantic and fed a stream of his lies, confronted me in a rage. She pushed me. I lost my baby. In the hospital, I saw the cold calculation in Brody's eyes. He wasn't mourning our child; he was worried about the scandal. He had taken my work, my love, and now my baby. He thought he had broken me. But he had just unleashed the woman who had nothing left to lose. I picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "It's time," I said, "to take back everything he stole."”