He’d built Christian Industries from the rubble of his childhood after his father abandoned them when he was twelve. While other kids played video games, Marco studied, worked, and planned. By twenty-five, he owned three successful tech startups. By thirty-five, he’d married Jenny Neil, a stunning brunette from a middle-class family who seemed suitably impressed by his meteoric rise.

The early years had been good. Jenny had been a supportive partner, a warm presence against the cold backdrop of his ambition. They’d had Casey, bought the sprawling mansion in Bellevue, and meticulously assembled the facade of the American dream. But success bred complacency, and in the fertile soil of complacency, betrayal had taken root.