“We discovered that Jasmine isn’t her real name.”
I froze.
“What?”
“She changed her identity seven years ago.”
“Why?”
“We don’t know.”
I looked back at the photograph.
For the first time, the woman who had taken my seat on the jet didn’t look like a foolish secretary trying to seduce my husband.
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.”
