"For the greater good," Marcus demanded, pushing the resignation letter toward me. My husband forced me to step down as his Chief of Staff to take the fall for a black money scandal actually leaked by Chloe, his new PR director and mistress. I didn't scream about the five wasted years of my youth and our shattered marriage. I calmly signed the paper, walked out of his campaign headquarters, and stepped directly into the waiting car of his biggest rival, Julian Harrison. Marcus assumed I would silently cover for him, unaware I had already seen the internal records transferring all spousal medical rights and future mansion access to Chloe. Branded as a disgraced wife inside a hostile enemy camp, the only question left was who would survive the upcoming political s*******r.