She looked like something else.
Someone who had entered our lives with a purpose.
And suddenly, the humiliating scene on the plane felt different.
Maybe Jasmine hadn’t taken my seat because she wanted Aaron.
Maybe she wanted me to leave.
Maybe she had known exactly what would happen.
My phone suddenly rang.
Unknown number.
I answered.
“Hello?”
Nothing.
Only breathing.
Then a woman’s voice whispered:
“Alyssa…”
I stood completely still.
The voice continued.
“If you want to know why Jasmine really came into your husband’s company…”
A pause.
“Look at the original patent files.”
My blood ran cold.
“Who are you?”
The caller ignored my question.
Then she said something that made my knees weaken.
“Your husband didn’t build Prescott Technologies.”
I gripped the edge of the desk.
