Too Late, Mr. Maxwell: The Cost of Betrayal

My life as Ava Thompson, the perfect society wife of real estate mogul Ethan Maxwell, seemed perfectly gilded.

Our anniversary gala on a dizzying New York night was a dazzling spectacle under blinding flashbulbs.

Then, a dark van, masked men, and my screams echoed as the world went black.

I woke up disoriented, body aching, only to find Ethan, the loving husband, staging a performance for the cameras.

In his Bentley, feigning unconsciousness, I heard him confess his monstrous plot.

He'd orchestrated my abduction for a "cleaner divorce" and a lucrative business deal.