CHAPTER ONEI stood at the back of the crowded banquet hall, holding a glass of cheap champagne that had gone warm in my hand. Around me, bright crystal chandeliers lit up the room, throwing sharp white light over women in silk gowns and men in tailored dark suits. Everyone was laughing, exchanging business cards, and clinking glasses to celebrate the seventh anniversary of Vance Enterprises.In the center of it all stood Mark Vance, my husband. He was twenty-nine, tall, dark-haired, and possessed the kind of sharp jawline that made investors trust him instantly. He looked every bit the powerful CEO the city believed him to be. He was talking to a cluster of bankers, smiling that charismatic smile that had once made my heart race. He didn't look back at me. Not once. For seven years, I had been the silent ghost in Mark’s machine. When he started Vance Enterprises in a cramped, drafty garage with barely enough money for coffee, I was the one who sat beside him until four in the morni
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