Stories

Penelope Ashford arrived at the farmhouse first thing in the morning with a family law specialist—Gemma Laurent, sharp-eyed and formidable. […]

Five days passed. Five days of Jane going through the motions. Feeding Clara—now seven months old and starting to sit

Morning came too soon. Jane woke to Clara crying through the phone—FaceTime from the babysitter. Her daughter needed her. Wanted

They didn’t go straight back to the farmhouse. Jane couldn’t face Clara yet. Couldn’t walk into that peaceful nursery still

The Astor Foundation Annual Gala was the social event of the season. Jane had attended four of them as David’s

The Litchfield property was exactly what Gabriel had promised—isolated, secure, beautiful. A restored farmhouse on twenty acres, surrounded by woods

Gabriel noticed the tail on their third day back in Connecticut. Black sedan. Tinted windows. Keeping two cars back but

David was in a meeting when his assistant interrupted. “I’m sorry, Mr. Astor, but a courier just delivered these. They

The law office of Penelope Ashford was discreet, expensive, and exactly what Jane needed. No relation to Jane’s family despite

Jane found Vivienne at the boutique on Chapel Street. The same boutique where they used to shop together. Where Vivienne