At 3:00 AM my husband’s mistress sent me a photo to destroy me, but I forwarded it to the whole Board of Directors of his company At exactly 3:07 a.m., my phone vibrated across the marble nightstand.

Vanessa stretched across a luxury hotel bed inside a penthouse suite at the The Peninsula Beverly Hills, wrapped in Ethan’s white designer dress shirt like she had already won.

Champagne sat chilling beside the bed.

Silk sheets tangled behind her.

Warm gold lights reflected against marble walls.

Everything about the picture had been carefully staged to hurt me.