MasukPOV: Emilia I went back to the club the following evening because something about the information we had found would not leave my mind. Adrienne had already discovered that someone was passing information about me to Camila, and I kept thinking about the places I visited outside the hospital. The club was one of the few places where people could easily notice me without making it obvious. Justin was behind the counter when I walked in. He looked up when he saw me, and his smile appeared almost immediately, but it did not last very long. I noticed the small change in his face before he looked away and started arranging some bottles that did not need arranging. It was a small thing, but after everything happening around me, I noticed things like that. “Justin, I need to ask you something,” I said, walking closer to the counter and keeping my voice low. He looked at me again and nodded. “Sure, what do you need?” he asked, trying to sound relaxed. I looked around the club before ans
POV: Adrienne The photograph Emilia showed me kept bothering me after she left my office. I had seen Camila entering the security company before, but that alone did not prove she was involved in the surveillance. I needed something stronger than a photograph. If I wanted to understand what she was doing, I had to look at her movements and find out who she had been communicating with. I started with the security company and went through the information I already had about the anonymous account. The account had been used to arrange surveillance, but the owner had hidden behind several layers of protection. I spent hours checking the records until I found another account that had been communicating with Camila. The account was encrypted, and the messages were protected well enough that I could not see the person's real identity. I could only see the dates, times, and parts of the conversations that had not been completely hidden. At first, the messages looked harmless, but then I not
POV: Emilia I looked at Camila for a few seconds after she asked her question, but I refused to let my face show how much it bothered me. She clearly wanted me to react, and I was not going to give her that satisfaction. If she knew something about Richard, she could simply tell me instead of standing there and trying to make me uncomfortable. “What exactly are you trying to say?” I asked, keeping my voice calm as I looked directly at her. Camila smiled again, and that smile made me even more uncomfortable. “I'm not trying to say anything,” she replied, looking almost innocent as she adjusted the strap of her handbag. “I'm only saying that you probably don't know everything about Richard.” I folded my arms and refused to move. “Then tell me what I don't know,” I said, watching her closely. “If you came here to warn me, then stop speaking in riddles and tell me what you know about my husband.” For a moment, Camila said nothing. She looked around the corridor before looking back a
POV: Emilia I kept thinking about the photograph even after I left Adrienne's office. The name on the back bothered me more than the picture itself. Camila. I knew Richard had worked with many people over the years, but I had never heard him talk about her. After everything that had happened, I could not just forget the name and pretend it meant nothing. When I got back to my office, I opened my laptop and started searching for her. At first, I did not find anything that looked strange. Camila had worked for Richard's company many years ago, and her name appeared in old business reports and meeting records. She had been involved in several deals, but nothing immediately explained why someone would send me her name now. I kept searching anyway. The more records I opened, the more often I saw Camila's name beside Richard's. She had not been some random employee who worked in another department and barely knew him. She had worked directly with him on several important projects, atten
ADRIENNE’S POV I stayed in my office after Emilia left, staring at the photograph she had received. The picture looked simple, but I knew someone had taken it deliberately. They had watched Emilia enter my office, captured the moment clearly, and sent it with a warning. I needed to know who had taken it before that person decided to get closer to her. I started with the photograph itself. I checked the details hidden inside the file and traced where it had come from. It took time, but eventually I found a private security company connected to the image. The company handled surveillance work for private clients, and the person who hired them had made sure their identity was hidden behind an anonymous account. I contacted someone who could help me look into the account without alerting the people behind it. The information came back slowly, but what I found made me sit back in my chair. The anonymous account was connected to several small companies that looked unrelated at first. Ho
EMILIA’S POV The message came while I was sitting in my office, trying to finish my work before going home. My phone buzzed beside me, and when I picked it up, I expected another hospital message. Instead, I found a number I did not recognize. There was no greeting, no explanation, only a short warning telling me to stop asking questions about Richard's past. I read the message twice, hoping I had misunderstood it. The words were simple, but the meaning was clear. Someone wanted me to stop investigating the missing employee and everything connected to Richard's old company. There was no request for money this time, no threat about what would happen if I refused to pay, and no attempt to bargain with me. Then I opened the photograph attached to the message. My stomach tightened immediately. It was a picture of me walking into Adrienne's office. I recognized the clothes I had been wearing that day, and I remembered exactly when the photograph must have been taken. Someone had been







