“You’re too thorough for your own good, Shelby.”

He stood up, straightening his tie.

“I have a lunch meeting with the board at noon. Don’t work too hard.”

“I won’t,” I said.

I watched him walk out of the office, his footsteps echoing down the long marble hallway.

The moment the heavy glass door clicked shut, I pulled the spreadsheets out from under the blotter.

My hands were shaking, but my mind was perfectly clear.

I looked at the travel dates again.

March 12th to March 18th. Paris.

Carter Vance had stayed at the Plaza Athénée.

Courtney’s expense report showed a charge for the same hotel, booked under a corporate account.

April 4th to April 7th. Aspen.

Jared had been at a conference in California.

Courtney’s social media had been silent for those three days, a rarity for her.

But her corporate card had been used at a private ski chalet owned by Vance’s holding company.

It wasn’t just an affair.

It was a betrayal on a scale Jared couldn’t even fathom.

And the child she was carrying.

Courtney was three months pregnant.