He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

Twelve seconds.

A marriage can die in fewer.

Daniel watched me after we played it.

“Are you all right?”

People had been asking me that since the vault.

The answer changed by the hour.

I was furious. Calm. Sick. Amused. Tired. Electrified. Sometimes I missed the version of Miles I married, and sometimes I hated myself for inventing him.

“No,” I said. “But continue reading …