My husband barely looked up when I set my wedding ring on the table beside him and the woman in his arms. He smirked like I was just making a scene, kept dancing, and didn’t realize I had spent six months preparing to vanish without a trace… but by sunrise, the police were searching for a “missing wife,” his secret fraud was starting to surface, and the life he thought he’d won was already beginning to collapse.

“Have you settled on a new name yet?” Silas asked as he parked the car.

I smiled as I felt a genuine spark of excitement for the first time in years.

“Call me Felicity,” I said. “Felicity Vance.”

“Felicity Vance,” he repeated. “It sounds like a woman who knows exactly where she is going.”

Inside the cabin, I finally kicked off the painful heels I had been wearing all night. The physical relief of bare feet on the cold floor matched the emotional weight that was lifting off my chest.

I took off the sapphire earrings and placed them on the wooden table.

“Sell these whenever you can,” I told Silas. “Add the money to the fund for my new start in Philadelphia.”

Silas nodded and handed me a glass of wine to celebrate the beginning of my new life.

“To Felicity,” he toasted. “May she find everything that Cassandra was never allowed to have.”