LOGINThe rain had stopped by the time Daniel pulled into an underground parking garage beneath an old office building in Lower Manhattan.The building looked abandoned.Several windows were boarded up, while faded signs hung crookedly above rusted entrances.Ava looked around uneasily."You brought me here?"Daniel switched off the engine."Nobody knows about this place.""You sound very sure.""I have to be."He got out of the car, motioning for Ava to follow.Inside, they entered a small office that had obviously been used as a safe house. A desk stood in one corner, surrounded by filing cabinets and a laptop covered in dust.Daniel locked the door behind them."For now," he said, "this is the safest place in New York."Ava wasn't convinced, but she was too exhausted to argue.Her mind was still trapped in that hotel suite.She could still see Ethan standing beside Victoria.Still hear Victoria's voice."I thought you said your wife would never find out."The words replayed over and over
Ava stared at the photograph lying on the concrete floor.Her hands trembled as she bent to pick it up.It was unmistakably her.She looked younger, wearing a navy-blue graduation gown, smiling as she held a bouquet of white lilies. The picture had clearly been taken years before she met Ethan.A chill crept down her spine."Where did you get this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.The tall man smiled."I think that's a question your husband should answer."Daniel stepped forward, shielding Ava."Leave her out of this."The man chuckled."We tried that."His eyes remained fixed on Ava."But Ethan couldn't."Ava looked at Daniel."Who are they?"Daniel's jaw tightened."They're Marcus's men.""No," the tall man corrected. "We used to work for Marcus."Daniel frowned."What are you talking about?""We're done taking orders from him."The second man, who had remained silent until now, folded his arms."The organisation is falling apart."Ava felt more confused than ever."So
Time seemed to stop.The man standing at the doorway pulled a black pistol from inside his jacket, his cold eyes fixed on Ethan.Victoria gasped and instinctively stepped backward.Ava stood frozen, her heart pounding so violently she could barely hear herself breathe.Ethan immediately moved in front of her."Stay behind me," he ordered.Ava stared at him in disbelief."After everything, you still think I'll trust you?""I don't have time to argue," he said without taking his eyes off the armed men. "Just stay behind me."The leader of the group chuckled."How touching."He slowly entered the suite, followed by two other men.They were dressed like businessmen, but their expressions were anything but professional."We've been looking for you, Ethan," the leader said."I figured you would.""You've made a very expensive mistake."Ethan's jaw tightened."My problem is with you, Marcus. Leave them out of this."Marcus smiled."I wish I could."His gaze shifted to Ava."But your wife has
The silence inside the hotel suite was unbearable.Ava stood rooted to the floor, unable to breathe.Victoria Sinclair.The name she had seen on legal documents.The initials stitched into the silk scarf.The mystery that had haunted her for days.Now she stood before her.Real.Beautiful.And wearing Ethan's white dress shirt.Ava slowly turned to Ethan.His face had gone pale.His mouth opened as if searching for words, but none came."You..." Ava whispered, her voice trembling. "You lied to me.""Ava, please," Ethan said, taking a cautious step toward her. "This isn't what it looks like."A bitter laugh escaped her lips."Really?"She gestured around the suite."The champagne?""The roses?""The hotel room?""The fact that she's wearing your shirt?""Tell me, Ethan... what exactly does this look like?"Victoria lowered her eyes."Ethan...""Don't," Ava snapped, turning to her. "Don't say his name like you know him."The room fell silent again.Ava could feel tears burning behind he
Ava barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the cream-colored scarf embroidered with V.S.Victoria Sinclair.The name lingered in her mind like a wound that refused to heal.At six the next morning, she heard the front door open and close.Ethan had left for work.Or at least, that's what he wanted her to believe.She waited another twenty minutes before getting out of bed.She wasn't following her husband because she enjoyed invading his privacy.She was following him because he had destroyed hers.---By 7:15 a.m., Ava sat inside her car across the street from their apartment building.The moment Ethan's black Mercedes pulled away from the curb, she started her engine and followed at a safe distance.Years of driving through Manhattan traffic made it easy to blend in.Ethan never once looked in his rearview mirror long enough to notice her.He headed toward Midtown.Exactly where Kingston Global's headquarters was located.For a brief moment, guilt washed over Ava.May
Ava stood frozen in the middle of the apartment.The silk scarf in her hand felt heavier than it should have.Not because of its material.Because of what it represented.V.S.Victoria Sinclair.The same name connected to the Brooklyn apartment.The same name that appeared in Ethan’s hidden documents.The same woman whose presence now seemed to follow every secret Ava uncovered.She placed the scarf back on the sofa as if touching it for too long would somehow make the truth worse.But deep down, she already knew.Something had happened here.Something Ethan didn't want her to know.---The apartment was silent.Too silent.Usually, silence had been peaceful.Now it felt like a warning.Ava walked slowly through the living room, searching for anything else that didn't belong.A second glass.A misplaced item.Another clue.Anything that could explain why another woman's belongings were in her home.But the apartment looked exactly as it always did.Their wedding photo still stood on t







