Synopsis
He was called the hand of God. The greatest painter of the age. My husband rose to the top of the empire's art world. And I stood behind him the whole time. Even when my paintings circulated everywhere under his name. Even when the whispers about me got ugly. I told myself it was fine. Because I loved him. Then came our wedding anniversary. "You are the only one I have ever truly loved." I heard my husband say those words. To my best friend. The moment he saw my face and understood what I had witnessed, something shifted in…
