When I walked into Halstead Innovations that morning, no one knew who I really was.
That was intentional.
For eleven months, my marriage to Nathan Halstead had existed only on paper—signed, legal, real… and completely invisible. His life had expanded into headlines, investors, late-night calls that didn’t include me. Mine had shrunk into quiet questions he never answered.
So I stepped into his world the only way I could.
Unseen.
Shorter hair. Darker color. No makeup he would recognize. A different name printed neatly on my temporary badge.
Emily Brooks.
Just another contract hire in operations.
For two weeks, I watched everything.
The way people spoke around power.
The way decisions moved through the building before they were ever announced.
The way his name carried weight even when he wasn’t in the room.
And then there was her.
Vanessa Cole.
His secretary.
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