At seventy-two, Eleanor thought she'd earned the right to enjoy the empire she helped build from nothing—until she notices the way her husband Daniel looks at their brilliant young protégé. For forty years, she sacrificed her own dreams, smoothed every rough edge, and stood beside him as he became one of the most powerful men in their city. Now, in the glittering theater of their carefully constructed life, she watches everything she gave up being offered to someone else. Her daughter calls it paranoia, her friends call it aging gracefully, but Eleanor knows what she sees in those stolen glances and hushed conversations. The question isn't whether she'll fight for what's hers—it's how far she's willing to go, and what she's finally ready to take back.