Jason's mistress slid the stock transfer agreement across my desk.

Sign it, Skylar.

The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, a top divorce attorney, personally handing my husband's shares to his mistress.

Jason pulled her closer, his voice a condescending sneer.

Be a good girl, and you'll still be my wife.

I just smiled.

He didn't know that his mistress would return to me that night with the newly acquired shares.

Skylar, our revenge plot just got one step closer to success.


My gaze lingered on Jason's signature, a flamboyant mark on the stock transfer agreement.

There was no doubt. He was truly in love with Maya Evans.

She was a living replica of the woman I once was. Every mannerism, every smile, was a perfect echo of my past self.

My six months of training her had paid off. In just one month, she'd gotten him to hand over 20% of his shares.

Over the years, every woman Jason had found always had something that reminded him of me.

When things were passionate, he'd shower them with jewelry and designer bags, as if money was no object.

But he'd always insist I approve them, sending them out under our names, as if from a loving couple.

I'd gone crazy, made scenes, demanded to know why.

He'd just shrug it off, always indifferent.

Relax, I'm just having fun. You're still the one I love most, why else would I find so many replacements?

After all, you're so busy. So busy you didn't even notice our son being abducted right under your nose. How could you possibly have time for me?

He conveniently forgot that he was there too, the night Leo disappeared.

But that didn't stop him from using these replacements to twist the knife, aiming for my heart.

For years, guilt made me endure his every abuse.

Skylar, are you getting soft?

Maya, seeing me lost in thought, stopped joking around, her voice cautious.

How could I be? Next step is finding the solid evidence, then getting the divorce agreement signed, and finally, leaving him for good.

Skylar, I'll take care of the agreement!

Maya picked up the divorce papers I'd already signed, thumping her chest in assurance.

But I still worried Jason would lash out at Maya if he discovered we were working together.

She just shrugged, unconcerned.

Unless he's brave enough to kill me like he did my sister! Otherwise, I'm ready to take him down with me.

I quickly grabbed some tissues, wiping her tears away.

I bear some responsibility for what happened to your sister, Sierra...

If it wasn't for his twisted desire to get back at me, Jason wouldn't have sought out Sierra, who bore such a striking resemblance to me.

And she wouldn't have died so tragically, still carrying his child.

Jason's story to the police was that she was unfaithful, pregnant with his baby, and seeing other guys-that's why she ended up dead.

But Maya and I both knew that was a lie.

Because right before she died, she told Maya she loved Jason, which was why she'd stooped to being his mistress, a role she hated.

And in her final moments, she'd called me.

She said she had a secret to tell me, a secret to ensure her unborn child would be safe...

But by the time I arrived at the location she mentioned, all I found was a pool of blood.

After that, Jason's womanizing only got worse, more blatant, more cruel.

At the mention of Sierra, Maya began to cry.

The sound woke Jason, who was getting water.

He pushed the door open with a bang.