
"Angelica paced the narrow corridors fervently. Every step drew a sharper breath. The pads of her feet pressed, and then removed, from the walnut planks beneath her.
Her husband of 8 years, Fenimore, had been due to arrive home from a business trip 4 hours ago.
She'd heard nothing from him, and they were drifting apart continentally, but inside her, a new life was sapping her resources and energy.
It had been worth it to hire the private detective. Fenimore had a clandestine smartphone that he thought she was unaware of, and was using it to meet up with Clancy covertly.
She had never confronted him before. His allure and family wealth were too powerful a deterrent. All 300 acres could be hers if she could only stuff this chaos within her.
She knew the code to the gun safe, and a part of her was ready to throw everything away for revenge."