After suffering an epic tumble down the corporate ladder, Cassie Woodson finds that the only way she can pay her bills is to take a thankless temp job reviewing correspondence in a large-scale fraud suit. The daily drudgery amplifies all that her life is lacking: love, friends, stability.
While sorting through a relentless deluge of emails, something catches her eye: the tender (and totally private) exchanges between a partner at the firm, Forest Watts, and his enchanting wife, Annabelle. Even though Cassie knows she shouldn't read them, taking just one look becomes a daily ritual.
Soon, Cassie finds herself dissecting their emails. A few clicks of her mouse, and she can read their every adoring word, which fills her with a newfound purpose and admiration for the couple's love of morning juice presses, vintage wines, and lavish dinners.
Soon her admiration becomes all-out mimicry. She wants this life more than anything, because it's the life she should have had. But when Cassie orchestrates a "chance" encounter with Forest, the fantasy shatters, and sud-denly, she doesn't simply admire Annabelle Watts's marriage-she wants it.
And she's armed with all the tools to make that happen.
