No Second Chances For Cheaters
husband, tech mogul Damon Ayers, booked the
e. A moment later, I watched him use the private code we developed
were for her. The next day, she showed up at our house, pregnant. I watched through the window as a slow
s the perfect, supportive wife. I was also the cybersecurity expert who built
Next to us was a Rolls-Royce, decorated for a wedding. Inside were Damon and Kandy, in
ne out the window and
pte
gul, had booked the entire top floor of the city's most expensive hotel. The roo
ple. He was the charismatic CEO, and I wa
a girl named Kandy Morris, walked past
beautiful tonight. T
allenge. They lingered on me for a moment too
arm around my waist. He kissed my t
e," he whispered, his vo
tion that meant nothing. His hand was warm on
n, a smirk on her lips. Damon saw it and his smile tightened. He turned
n, his breath war
tonight, Alana.
s an intimate moment. He needed the image of a per
with admiring eyes, the loyal wife of a brilliant man. Their gazes ma
ted sour. I set the glass down, my hand trembling slightly. I
curity experts in a clandestine government agency. My skills weren't just for
ending anonymous emails, photos of them together, little clues she thought were clever. She didn't k
dy Valdez, had helped me set up a "deep cover" protocol. A series of
Kandy, using the proprietary code jargon we had developed together. A language only he and I
it. The f
countdown had begun. My new life
r to me, his face a m
pale, honey. Are yo
sincere. A perf
tired," I said,
aste in my mouth.
or you later," he sa
e. "I'm looking
his success story, the woman who stood by him. He had forgotten the woman who had built
cating. I couldn't breathe with all t
ir," I told Damon, p
ning to talk to someon
e balcony, I overhear
together. Ten years
o be a compliment, but t
against the railing, looking out at the city lights. I felt nothing for the
se now. They saw a fairytale, but they h
anonymous email. Damon and Kandy, laughing in a cafe I had shown him, a place that was
, the world around me silent. The pain
nation, any sign that it was a mistake. He walked in, kissed me
sleep, the silence of the house pressing in on me. The grief wa
r the numbness, a
as over. And I wasn't going to leave w