Marrying The Man Who Replaced You

Summary

At the IPO gala for our company, the crowd was riding a wave of champagne-fueled euphoria, shouting over the music for a couple’s trivia game.

When the spotlight finally swung to Holden and me, the host flashed a grin and challenged us to unlock each other’s phones with our fingerprints—a little parlor trick to prove our transparency.

I reached for Holden’s phone on the linen-draped table. Before my thumb could graze the glass, Leona, the newly hired executive assistant, leaned in with a bright, easy laugh and pressed her finger against his screen.

The display flared to life instantly.