Chapter 4

I stared at my phone screen, scrolling through my social media feed with calculated precision. The first post was already live—a carefully staged photo of Seth and me at last week's charity gala. His arm was around my waist, my head tilted against his shoulder in a pose of intimate affection. The caption read: "Feeling like the luckiest woman in the world with my forever love by my side. #Blessed #TrueLove"

Seth had been drunk that night, barely aware of where his hands were placed. I'd snapped the photo when his guard was down, capturing a moment that appeared loving…