His Unseen Heir, Her Escape

e biggest night of my career

r woman from a storm of cameras while the

slap in the face: "Kacie

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with a plan to use his

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ery opening in downtown San Francisco. Not a small show

For four years, I'd been the quiet, artistic wife of tech billionaire Cameron Oneill.

ded gallery, I felt the familiar c

s alert, flashing on

band's

ess around another woman. Kacie Chavez. She looked fragi

m live. I couldn't hear the words, but I saw them in the gallery's hushed whispe

d. A text from him

acie needs me. You'l

sn't a dramatic shatter. It was more like a quiet c

The evidence was glowing on a dozen screens around us. "I'm sorry, Aryan

. The lie was automatic, a refl

ward a man in a tailored suit. "The New York T

opilot. I smiled. I shook ha

e the whimsical, intricate designs that had become the soul of "Aether," the app that m

st, he'd loved what it could do fo

me tonight. He had eras

his bigge

ice impossibly steady. It's amazing how calm you can

y heels clicking a final, shar

y husband. I ca

t's Aryan

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unfamiliar even to me. "Draw up the di

pause. "Ar

ok exactly like an intellectual property release form. I'll tell him the gallery n

as business. It was the o

ana," she said aft

a guess. It was a fact. "He never does

eel invisible. Now, I was going

r you by morning,"

you." I

y gallery. The polite smile was gone from

sharp. Som