For eleven years Elise was the eye behind Graham Keane's gallery, the largest in New York, choosing the work, persuading difficult artists to sign, and hosting the dinners where his deals were made.
She set aside her own brush and let herself be called his decorator, the quiet cost of marriage to a self-made billionaire art dealer.
That bargain breaks when heiress Petra Whitlock, pushed by his family, wants both the gallery and the man who owns it, and Graham, who rarely spared his wife a word, finds endless hours for the woman whose money now hangs on his walls.
Late calls and studio visits follow; he swears the tie is strictly professional and there is no affair, yet Petra keeps it from ever looking clean, and a stage thank-you before the art world never once says Elise's name.
Elise leaves her wedding ring on his front desk, and no show under her name or check for eleven uncredited years will bring her back without the loss of the gallery her eye built, a brush in her hand again, and a grovel he must do himself.
