When Grace’s new boss walks into the office, every woman swoons—except her. She recognizes him instantly: Logan, her ex, the man who ruined her life eight years ago. Now, he’s her CEO. Logan’s charm wins over the office, but Grace sees the manipulation behind his polished smile. He stalks her, sabotages her plans, and gaslights her—until one day, she comes home to find him playing “dad” to her daughter, uninvited. With nowhere to turn and no one believing her, Grace partners with William, her supportive partner and journalist. Together, they launch an anonymous campaign to expose Logan’s toxic patterns. When the office turns cold, Grace risks everything and goes public—airing secret footage of Logan’s threats during a major conference. Logan snaps in front of everyone, proving Grace right. His reputation collapses. She quits, rebuilds again, and opens a women’s center to help others like her.Because survival isn’t enough. Grace chose to live.
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