Last time, I waited in black lace. Last time, I cried when he handed me divorce papers instead of champagne. Last time, I spent a year fading while he married someone else. Five years later, I died alone. Heart failure, they said. I knew it was a broken heart. Then I woke up in my own bed. The same anniversary morning. The same twelve roses. The same man who would destroy me. This time, I’m not waiting. This time, I’m not wearing lace. This time, I’m live-streaming everything. Four million people will watch a woman become unforgettable. But Damien’s secrets run far deeper than infidelity. The people controlling him have been watching me too. When they come for me, I discover the truth: My husband never stopped loving me. He was trying to keep me alive.

For five years, Emma counted ceiling tiles and endured hours of rain to keep the panic at bay. She raised Lily on her own, working nights at fancy parties where she felt out of place. She told herself it was enough. Then, one stormy night, Lily dashed into the Whitmore Gallery and shattered a marble sculpture, breaking five years of silence. A man emerged from the crowd. His name was Alex. He had never stopped looking. Emma had never stopped running. Now, someone watches from across the street. The past has arrived at her kitchen, making pancakes shaped like castles.