Olivia Westview
Mrs. Karen Sinclair.
James’s wife.
The thought repeated in my mind, each time more devastating than the last. Memories of every glance, every touch, every word James had ever said to me replayed in my head, now tinged with doubt and betrayal.
The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. As I stared at her, everything clicked into place. I knew why her name had sounded familiar, why her voice triggered a sinking dread in my chest. She was the angry woman who had called on my first day, yelling for me to get James on the phone like her life depended on it. Back then, I’d chalked it up to an entitled client or someone from his personal life too insignificant to matter.
But now, seeing her in person, her smugness, her air of author
