I walked out of the living room meeting feeling absolutely invigorated. The satisfaction of turning a trap into a total strategic victory had completely chased away the last vestiges of my exhaustion. I was ready to celebrate, and the only person I wanted to celebrate with was the man who is my husband.
I went back upstairs and quickly got dressed. I was heading out to surprise Luther with a major piece of information: I hadn't just secured our private dinner routine; I had unilaterally neutralized the primary source of mansion chaos, effectively setting up Valerie's permanent surveillance and marginalization.
As the car glided through the city traffic, a delicious, mischievous excitement bubbled up inside me. I couldn't wait to see Luther’s reaction when I walked into his steel-and-glas
