Chapter 4

That night ended awkwardly between me and Samuel.

He didn't press me further—just stayed holed up in his study until morning.

I went back to my room, my head spinning.

[Vivian, just hold it together. As long as you don't crack, he's got nothing. Three months left—after three years of Oscar-worthy performances, no way I'm blowing it now.]

I spent the whole night pumping myself up.

The next day, I was back to playing the perfect, lovesick Mrs. Foster.

I made his breakfast, straightened his tie, and sent him off to work like always.

I kept that gentle, flawless smile…