During my night shift at the hospital, two patients were brought into the emergency room. Surprisingly, they turned out to be my husband and sister-in-law. I gave a cold smile and did something nobody expected.

Good.

Because three hours earlier, my lawyer had sent me a full report. Not only had they been involved behind my back—they had also been stealing from my mother’s trust fund, the one I managed for her medical care.

They thought I wouldn’t notice.

They thought exhaustion made me careless.

They thought love made me blind.