I smiled because Rachel had made one terrible mistake.
She had assumed that because my husband had been lying to me, I knew nothing.
She had no idea that I had already begun investigating the secrets surrounding our marriage months before she ever knocked on my door.
And she had absolutely no idea whose money had paid for the house she was demanding.
My name is Debra Mitchell, and until that morning, I had spent eighteen years believing that the man I married was the person I knew best.
I was about to discover how wrong I had been.
The morning everything changed began like every other morning in our house.
I was standing in the laundry room, sorting a pile of clothes that Tyler had left beside the washing machine. His blue shirt was at the top, still carrying the faint scent of his expensive cologne.
But beneath that familiar smell was something else.
