The Photographer's Deceptive Lens

My husband, Austen, was the handsome, stable anchor in my life as a fashion influencer. His one flaw? He was hilariously bad with a camera. Or so I thought, until a viral photo exposed him as Chiaroscuro, a legendary photographer who vanished years ago for his muse, Isolde.

On our anniversary, while I was secretly pregnant, he abandoned me to save her comeback show.

He called not to check on me, but to demand I ship him my $15,000 camera-a gift from him-for her use.

"It's wasted on your little influencer shoots anyway," he said, his voice flat.