The vibration was a drill against the mahogany nightstand. Two short bursts. Pause. Two short bursts. It wasn’t a notification. It was a call. At 2:14 AM. I lay perfectly still. My eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling where the faint amber glow of the streetlights filtered through the heavy silk curtains. The air conditioning hummed its expensive, silent tune, keeping our Upper East Side penthouse at a crisp sixty-eight degrees, but a sudden sheen of sweat pricked at my hairline. Beside me, Landon didn’t stir. He was a heavy sleeper, a man unburdened by a conscience. He lay on his stomach, one arm flung out across the expanse of our California King mattress, his breathing deep and rhythmic. He looked peaceful. Innocent. The master of his universe, resting before another day of conquering the tech world. The phone buzzed again. *Zzzzt. Zzzzt.* It was an intrusive, violent sound in the sanctuary of our bedroom. It sounded like danger. My heart hammered against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate to escape. I counted the breaths. One. Two. Three. If I woke him, he would have an excuse. He always did. *It’s a server outage, Victoria. It’s the investors in Tokyo. It’s a wrong number.* He would frown, run a hand through his perfect, sandy-blonde hair, and look at me with that mixture of pity and annoyance that had become his default setting lately. *Go back to sleep, Vic. You’re overthinking it

Is the pain of betrayal addictive? Or is it the thrill of the hunt? Victoria Ferguson has the perfect Manhattan life: a wealthy tech-mogul husband, an adorable son, and a walk-in closet full of designer labels. She is the envy of the Upper East Side, the woman who has it all. But when a midnight phone call cracks the porcelain surface of her marriage, Victoria doesn't scream. She doesn't cry. She investigates. One unknown number leads to an Instagram handle. One handle leads to an address in Brooklyn. Instead of confronting her husband, Landon, Victoria does something darker. She rents the apartment directly across the street from his mistress. She buys a high-powered telescope and a professional camera. She watches them eat the meals she taught him to cook. She watches them laugh. She watches them in the bedroom. Documenting her husband’s affair becomes her new full-time job. It’s twisted, self-destructive, and intoxicating. But when she finally plays her hand and forces him to choose, Victoria realizes that getting her husband back might not be the prize she really wanted. When the phone rings again, she finds herself smiling. The game isn't over; it’s just beginning.

Shutters and Sins

Shutters and Sins

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Table of Contents

Unknown Caller

Digital Breadcrumbs

Angela

Framing the Shot

Exposed

Seven Days

Broken Glass

Relapse

Blurb

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