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Chapter 36: When Ethan Starts Suspecting

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Ethan stares at his laptop screen.

The photo is damning. Crystal clear.

Lucian and Ariana. Leaving the Celestial Hotel. Morning of May 13th. Timestamp: 9:47 AM.

Exactly twelve hours after Ariana walked in on him with Vanessa.

Twelve hours. Not days. Not weeks. Hours.

“You seeing this?” Vanessa appears behind him. Points at the screen. “She went straight from your bed to his.”

“We weren’t in bed. She left before, before anything happened after.”

“Details.” Vanessa waves her hand. “Point is, she
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