Chapter 4

The morning was crisp, the kind that whispers promises of autumn's arrival. From the penthouse, the city stretched out beneath me, its pulse matching the rhythm of my thoughts. Jessica had delivered the photographs with her usual efficiency—a collection of damning images capturing Ethan and Olivia ensnared in their deceit. The glossy prints lay before me, each one a testament to their betrayal, yet another piece in the puzzle I was assembling.

I filed them away, each photograph a weapon to be wielded at the perfect moment. Ethan's ignorance was my advantage, his obliviousness a shield for the plans I…