Not My Rosemary In The Reduction

HE HID THE MONEY. HE HID THE MISTRESS. HE FORGOT WHO DOES THE BOOKS.

Elena Richardson is the most boring woman alive. Just ask her husband.

Julian is the celebrity-chef face of The Copper Onion — all copper pans, rolled sleeves, and Instagram filters. Elena is the wife in the back office who pays the vendors, balances the ledger, and alphabetizes the walk-in. He performs. She reconciles. It works, right up until Elena goes looking for the missing invoices in his gym locker and finds a velvet case of gold tasting spoons engraved by "S."

Julian swears "S" stands for Specialty Steel. It's a promotional sample. From a blacksmith. Who engraves love notes.

Elena doesn't scream. Elena doesn't cry. Elena opens a spreadsheet.

Because here's what the fabulous Julian Richardson never bothered to learn about his very boring wife: she reads the manuals. All of them. Including the one for the kitchen's cloud security system, the one he thinks is private, the one recording everything after midnight in glorious, un-deletable infrared…

Now there's a Michelin gala on Saturday. The critics are coming. The investors are coming. His 26-year-old influencer is in the front row waiting for a ring.

And under the silver cloche Julian is about to lift in front of everyone who matters?

It isn't dinner.

A complete, laugh-out-loud revenge novella with a wronged wife you'll cheer for, a husband who absolutely has it coming, and the most satisfying dish ever served cold. No cliffhangers. Every book in the Oh No He Didn't series stands alone.