Wife Outplays Her Husband

Chapter 1

The private elevator to our penthouse hummed softly as it carried me upward, the familiar sound doing nothing to calm my frayed nerves. I'd cut my business trip short by two days, hoping to surprise Gabriel. After thirteen years together—five of them as husband and wife—surprises were rare. What was even rarer these days was seeing genuine pleasure on his face when I walked into a room.

I twisted my wedding ring, the massive diamond catching the elevator's soft light. The nervous habit had become more pronounced over the past three years, since I'd discovered the first affair. Then the second. Then too many to count.

"It means nothing," he'd say, his voice dropping to that intimate timber that once made me feel like the only woman in the world. "They're just temporary distractions. You're my wife, Lily. The only one who matters."

I'd believed him because I needed to. Because the alternative was acknowledging that the boy who had promised to protect me forever when I was fifteen and newly orphaned had become a man who enjoyed watching me suffer.

The elevator doors slid open silently to our marble foyer. I stepped out, the Louis Vuitton overnight bag hanging from my shoulder, when I heard it—laughter. Not Gabriel's controlled chuckle that he reserved for business associates or his condescending laugh when I said something he found naive. This was genuine, warm laughter that I hadn't heard in years.

"You're absolutely wicked," a woman's voice said, melodic and confident.

I moved silently across the foyer, my heart already sinking. I'd walked in on Gabriel with other women before. The script was always the same—he'd dismiss them without a second glance, then spend the next few days love-bombing me until I forgave him. It was a cycle I'd grown accustomed to, like a chronic pain you learn to live with.

But something felt different this time.

I paused at the entrance to our living room. Gabriel sat on our white sectional, his suit jacket discarded, tie loosened. Across from him sat a woman I'd never seen before. She was breathtaking—honey-blonde hair falling in soft waves, a delicate profile, and when she turned toward Gabriel, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

She looked like me. A younger, more vibrant version of me.

Gabriel was pouring champagne into crystal flutes—my crystal flutes, a wedding gift from his mother. The woman accepted hers with a warm smile that transformed her face, making her even more beautiful.

"To new beginnings," she said, raising her glass.

Gabriel's eyes never left her face as he clinked his glass against hers. "To us, Sophia."

I must have made a sound because they both turned. Gabriel's expression shifted instantly—not to guilt or even annoyance, but to something I'd never seen before: irritation at being interrupted.

"Lily," he said flatly. "You're back early."

The woman—Sophia—didn't look embarrassed or guilty. Instead, she smiled at me with perfect white teeth, her eyes assessing me with cool interest.