In April, she had been in Aspen.

Jared had been in Los Angeles that weekend.

But Carter Vance’s private jet had been logged at the Aspen airport.

I leaned back in my chair, my hands trembling slightly.

This was not just an affair between my husband and an influencer.

Courtney was traveling on Harlan Media’s dime.

But she wasn’t just spending time with Jared.

She was spending time with his primary rival.

A sudden noise from the hallway made me freeze.

The heavy glass door to the executive suite clicked open.

Footsteps approached my office.

I quickly minimized the spreadsheets on my screen.

I slid the printed papers under a leather desk blotter.

The door opened, and Jared stood in the frame.

He was holding two cups of coffee, the steam rising into the cool air of the room.

He looked at me, his eyes searching my face.

“You’re here early,” he said.

“Just wanted to get a head start on the quarterly audits,” I said, keeping my voice even.

I took a sip of the coffee he offered.