At Sterling Group's annual party, the company had organized a cringey contest called "Most Mismatched Couple." As Sebastian Sterling's secret wife, I'd been lumped together with all his rumored girlfriends, my picture displayed on the giant screen. The crowd was hooting and jeering. I watched the vote counts fluctuate on the screen, yet I felt calm. Because Sebastian had sworn up and down that these party games were just meant to liven up the evening and that he'd never participated in these games. Then the screen froze. Our names were right at the top. The host grinned as he read out the most popular anonymous comment: A: [Wendy Wells's such a stick in the mud. What makes her think she's good enough for a man like Mr. Sterling? The new director, Ms. Rollian is obviously a much better match for him.] The crowd erupted in laughter. I turned to look at Sebastian. He was leaning over his phone, typing out a message with a faint smile playing on his lips. I recognized that phone case immediately. It was brand-new, and Sophie Rollian had picked it out earlier. Later, when I checked his tablet, I stumbled across his voting history. That top-liked comment? He'd written it himself. And that wasn't all. He'd used a burner account to cast 100,000 votes for the option that read: [Ms. Rollian and Mr. Sterling are the perfect match.]