I Aired the Footage He Begged Me to Cut

He thought the cameras would build his brand. He forgot his wife works in film.

When Brock signs us up for The Last Resort — the hit show where failing marriages get one last televised summer to survive — he tells everyone it's to save us.

It's not. It's for the followers. I know it the way I know everything: by watching.

I film weddings for a living. Two hundred and eleven of them. My husband calls it "little videos," but those little videos taught me how to read a marriage through a lens — and how to spot the footage someone doesn't want you to see.

Footage like my husband and the pretty single with the verified check.

Footage the producers are hoarding for the finale, because betrayal pays best aired last.

They think I'm the sad wife. The soft one. They're already cutting me into a victim for the country to pity — and saving the worst of him to spring on me live, while millions watch me break.

Here's what nobody in this beautiful, wired-for-sound trap understands:

I don't break. I cut.

And on the night of the live finale, in the one room where no producer can save him, my husband is finally going to learn what I've known since the first frame of the first wedding.

I always know where the camera is.

I Aired the Footage He Begged Me to Cut is Book 1 of The Last Resort — short, scorching betrayal-and-vindication romance you can devour in one sitting. A cheating husband, a wife they all underestimated, a swoony second chance with the one man who truly sees her, and a live-television reckoning the cheater never saw coming. Low heat, high justice, guaranteed HEA. Every Kensley Darke story ends with her on top.

Each book in The Last Resort is a complete standalone. Start anywhere.