I planned my fiancé’s downfall while lying right next to him in our bed. Then I left him for the man who taught me how to burn a cage to the ground. Don’t call me disloyal. I paid my dues. Lucien Gates paraded his mistresses in front of me, stole every one of my architectural designs, and spent years convincing me my talent was delusion. But he made one fatal mistake: he underestimated the quiet woman who remembered every lie, every theft, every single demeaning word. Now the anonymous design sensation known as “Wren” is about to be unveiled and the man who ruined me has no idea he’s sleeping next to the architect of his demise. My new partner, the only man who ever saw my worth, is ready to light the match. The only question is: “When the smoke clears, which one of us will be left standing in the ashes?”