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When Arthur reached the villa, Sarah Vance was in the kitchen. Cooking was never her forte—she had spent her marriage being the "perfect socialite" and an elite intellectual, not a housewife. But she knew how to boil noodles and fry an egg, and tonight, that was enough.

The doorbell chimed, a sharp, intrusive sound. Sarah didn't flinch. She tapped a key on her laptop