ELEANOR SINCLAIR
I was pushing my way through the crowd.
As ever, I was proud of Damian, the man who had built this empire, and chosen me to have it to share with him. Tonight would be more than just our anniversary, a celebration of our life together, but the atmosphere was charged, charged with something indeterminate. I sensed it in the way Damian's eyes dodged mine as they had for three months, in the tightness of his jaw as he navigated the crowd of guests. Something was amiss, but I had no idea what.
Then he drew the attention of all, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. The room was quiet, and he began to speak.
"Eleanor. My wife. My friend. The woman who promised to stand with me."
My eyes widened at his tone.
"But what is loyalty if it is based on deception?"
