Sienna Brooks.
Twenty-nine years old.
His assistant.
The woman who always laughed too loudly at his jokes.
The woman who constantly told me how lucky I was to have such a “visionary husband.”
I had even defended her once.
I remembered that.
A painful memory.
Someone at a company dinner had questioned why Arthur promoted her so quickly.
I had smiled and said:
“Arthur sees potential in people.”
I didn’t realize he saw something else.
But the affair wasn’t the worst part.
The affair was just the beginning.
Because when I started looking deeper, I found something far more dangerous.
Money missing from company accounts.
Loans nobody approved.
Investments that existed only on paper.
And signatures.
My signatures.
Except they weren’t mine.
Arthur had forged documents using my name.
He had been moving assets.
Preparing.
Not just for a divorce.
For a financial escape.
He wasn’t planning to leave me.
He was planning to erase me.
He wanted the world to believe I was just the wife who had lived comfortably because of him.
A woman with no power.
No influence.
No control.
