Sloane is a financial journalist trained to spot anomalies in a sea of data. So when her husband sends a post-shower selfie with her luxury night serum moved from its usual spot?and a smudge of pink nail polish that isn't hers?she sees a crime scene where others see vanity.
A woman has been in her house. Long enough to feel comfortable. Long enough to be careless.
In Sloane's world, if you don't have enough evidence to go for the throat, you don't bark. But when she learns what her husband is really planning, three months of cold, forensic preparation will culminate in a single, public reckoning. The kind that cannot be undone.
She treats his betrayal like a hostile audit, and she is about to make him pay the ultimate price.
