The iron gates of Daniel's mansion swung open, and Angela's car rolled into the driveway. The late evening light bathed the marble exterior in a dull gold glow, but there was nothing beautiful about how she felt.

Her chest was tight, her hands trembling as she grabbed her purse and stepped out.

She had driven there straight from Chloe's penthouse, fueled not by anger alone but betrayal.

The butler opened the door before she could knock. "Ms. Angela," he said

"Is Daniel home?" she asked ...