The contents of Marcus's flash drive burned through my laptop screen like acid. Email after email, spreadsheet after spreadsheet, all documenting Jessica's meticulous betrayal. Not just of me, but of the entire Walton empire.

"That conniving little snake," Samantha whispered beside me. Her fingers dug into my shoulder as we scrolled through dated communications between Jessica and Miller.

*Target acquisition files downloaded. Meeting at the usual place tonight. Make sure M.W. is distracted.*

That was from three weeks before I caught them together.

My stomach churned. I slammed the laptop shut, unable to look at another word.

"She planned everything." The realization tasted like copper in my mouth. "My marriage...