*Helen's POV*
It started with a text message.
I was at my desk finishing up a report when my phone buzzed: *Going to be late tonight. Working on the Anderson proposal with Sarah. Don't wait up.*
Sarah. The new senior analyst who'd joined the team three weeks ago. Young, brilliant, and-I'd noticed during meetings-clearly impressed by Kelvin.
I stared at the text, trying to ignore the ugly feeling twisting in my stomach. This was the third time this week Kelvin had stayed late. The second time Sarah's name had come up.
*Okay,* I texted back. *How late?*
*Not sure. Could be 9 or 10. Sorry, babe.*
I set my phone down and tried to focus on my work, but the insecurity gnawed at me. Kelvin wouldn't do anything. I knew that. I trusted him.
But did I?
By seven o'clock, I'd convinced myself
