Chapter 5

The envelope felt heavy in my hands, its weight far exceeding its physical contents. Margaret had slipped it to me during Sunday brunch, when Robert was distracted by a business call. Her eyes had held a strange mixture of guilt and determination as she whispered, "You need to know the truth."

Now, alone in my study, I opened it with trembling fingers.

Photographs spilled out first. Robert and Amy at various restaurants, entering hotels, her hand possessively on his arm. The timestamps showed dates spanning months—no, years. One image showed them kissing outside a Parisian café during what Robert had…