I married August Hale for a board seat, in a dress I bought on sale. It was the most honest transaction of my life.
Two years later we run a company together, share an apartment, and haven't had a real conversation since the honeymoon suite. Then an audit leaks. Someone rigged the merger that put August in the CEO chair, and I'm the only person with access to the files that could clear his name-or bury him.
I start digging for his sake. What I find says the leak is closer to home than either of us wants to admit.
His brother. His name on a signature dated before the meeting. His assistant's keycard in the server room.
Now I have eleven days, a subpoena, an ex-boyfriend reporter who wants the story more than he ever wanted me, and a husband who has never once asked me for anything. Until now.
I was the wife in the contract. I'm about to be the last honest one standing.
