Is the pain of betrayal addictive? Or is it the thrill of the hunt? Victoria Ferguson has the perfect Manhattan life: a wealthy tech-mogul husband, an adorable son, and a walk-in closet full of designer labels. She is the envy of the Upper East Side, the woman who has it all. But when a midnight phone call cracks the porcelain surface of her marriage, Victoria doesn't scream. She doesn't cry. She investigates. One unknown number leads to an Instagram handle. One handle leads to an address in Brooklyn. Instead of confronting her husband, Landon, Victoria does something darker. She rents the apartment directly across the street from his mistress. She buys a high-powered telescope and a professional camera. She watches them eat the meals she taught him to cook. She watches them laugh. She watches them in the bedroom. Documenting her husband’s affair becomes her new full-time job. It’s twisted, self-destructive, and intoxicating. But when she finally plays her hand and forces him to choose, Victoria realizes that getting her husband back might not be the prize she really wanted. When the phone rings again, she finds herself smiling. The game isn't over; it’s just beginning.
