He Moved His Mistress Into Our Penthouse I Moved Into His Rival's Empire

Nora Bellamy has spent three years keeping her husband's ad agency alive - the pitches he takes credit for, the clients who actually call her when something breaks, the invoices that get paid because she stays up late making sure they do. Grant calls it teamwork. Nora calls it exhausting. She just didn't know it was also cover.

It's not some big discovery that breaks it open. It's a coat in the hallway that isn't hers. It's the new hire, Bree, who's been texting Grant about "the Henderson deck" at eleven at night for weeks. It's Nora finally admitting what she's known for a month and told herself she was imagining.

She doesn't scream. She doesn't confront him in front of his coworkers, tempting as it is. She takes a call she's been ignoring for a year - from Marcus Webb, who runs the agency across town and has been trying to hire her away from Grant since before Grant knew her name.

Grant doesn't lose Nora in some dramatic showdown. He loses her the way you lose anything you stopped taking care of - slowly, and then all at once, right when he needs her most.