Chapter 7

The image on my phone screen was like a venom-tipped needle, stabbing my eyes again and again.

Guince had asked: [Isn't that your wife?]

Every word was like a sharp shard of ice, stabbing straight into my heart.

Roxy, my wife, used to smile at me sweetly, promising we'd be together for a lifetime.

It was like someone jammed a burning iron into my chest. The pain was so sharp I could barely breathe.

No, this alone wasn't enough.

I needed irrefutable evidence, something that would utterly ruin their reputation.

I dialed Moses' number, my voice rough and strained from…