The anniversary party glittered with lies. Champagne flutes clinked, laughter rang too loud, and Steve thanked Clara—again—for saving his life. I stood by the terrace doors, the crescent moon necklace hidden beneath my sleeve, cold against my skin. Fifteen years since I pulled him from that burning carriage, since I nearly died for him. And still, he looked right through me.\n\nThen our son tugged my arm. 'Mom, why does Uncle Daniel keep staring at your necklace?' My breath caught. Across the room, Daniel’s eyes locked onto mine—knowing. Accusing. As if he could say aloud what we’d both buried.\n\nSteve approached, smiling, handing me a gift box. 'For my brave wife,' he said. The words tasted like ash. The past wasn’t staying buried. And I had to decide—dig it up myself, let Daniel expose it, or run before the truth destroyed us all.