In a marriage fractured by infidelity, Julie, the CEO's wife, finds herself publicly humiliated by her husband, Ryan, and his brazen secretary, Emily. But when Ryan proposes an 'open marriage' and brings Emily home, Julie's world shatters. Desperate for control, she forms an unlikely alliance with a charming bar owner, Luke, hatching a plan to reclaim her dignity and rewrite the rules of her shattered life. Will this bold gamble lead to freedom or further despair?

Savannah's marriage to Edward crumbles on their fifth anniversary, exposing a void where love once thrived. A chance encounter with a mysterious, captivating stranger at the airport, and the accidental phone swap that follows, opens a door to an unexpected new chapter. As Savannah navigates the wreckage of her past, she finds herself drawn into a world of corporate power, hidden secrets, and a proposition that could change everything.

Trapped in a loveless marriage, Deborah, a beautiful mute woman, endures daily humiliation and open infidelity from her powerful CEO husband, Roger. But when a shocking discovery shatters her world, a hidden strength ignites. With the help of a loyal friend and a watchful neighbor, Deborah plots her escape—a meticulous, silent revenge against those who wronged her. Will she find freedom and justice, or will her silent struggle lead to further heartbreak? Unravel the layers of deceit, betrayal, and unexpected allies in a story where the quietest voice can unleash the loudest storm.

I don’t know why the 1920s haunt me. Every sentence I write feels like a memory, not fiction. Isabella’s sorrow flows through my fingers as I type—her forced marriage, her love lost to war. Then I met Theo, and everything cracked open. He looks at me like he’s known me for a lifetime. Maybe he has. The photograph we found shows two people who could be our twins—her in silk, him in uniform—dated 1923. Now I dream in sepia and wake up crying his name: William. And his wife Sarah… she watches us like a hawk, whispering things she couldn’t possibly know. The past isn’t buried. It’s bleeding into now.