My husband kissed me goodbye and flew to London for a week—until my canceled flight led me into the first-class lounge and uncovered a truth I was never meant to see

the largest international contract in Hartwell Aviation’s history.

As the plane rose above the clouds, I looked down at the city where Daniel believed he had destroyed me.

He had been wrong about many things.

He was especially wrong when he said I was good at losing quietly.

I was never good at losing.

I had simply learned to wait until the truth had nowhere continue reading …