Cindy clenched her phone tightly, her frustration bubbling over. "What do you mean he's still looking for them?" Her voice was sharp, edged with impatience.The private investigator's voice crackled through the phone speaker. "I've been tailing him, but he's determined. He's asking questions, talking to neighbors, trying to find any trace of his wife and kids."Cindy's nails dug into her palm, her irritation growing. "I don't want excuses! I want results! How hard can it be to make him believe those pictures? I made sure those pictures looked real. He has to believe them! He has to hate her, so he can come to me."The investigator's tone remained steady, attempting to ease her frustration. "Maybe he's just in denial, ma'am. Sometimes, people refuse to accept the truth, especially when it concerns their loved ones. I understand your frustration, Ms. Cindy, but he's not an easy target. He loves his family, and he's not willing to accept anything without concrete proof."Cindy scoffed, h

William reflected on the conversation with Cindy, a sense of vulnerability washed over him. He couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him for exposing the fragile side of himself to another woman. Tessa's image lingered in his mind, and he questioned whether he should let someone else, especially Cindy, become this close to him.He paced through the living room, wrestling with conflicting emotions. "What am I doing? Tessa deserves my trust. I shouldn't be letting Cindy manipulate my feelings like this," he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in self-disgust. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air.Despite that he’s acting weird, Cindy continued her calculated approach. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, feigning empathy. "William, I can't imagine how difficult this is for you. If you need someone to lean on, I'm here for you!”His vulnerability clouded his judgment. He found a momentary solace in Cindy's seemingly understanding words. "I appreciate that, Cindy.

"He's still in town, living in his house. Hasn't left the province."William's eyes widened in shock. If Jay was with Tessa, as he suspected, then why was Jay still here? Why hadn't he followed Tessa?"What?! Why the hell would Jay stay here?" William questioned, frustration evident in his tone. "If he's really with Tessa, he should be wherever she is. What's going on?"The private investigator leaned back, studying William's distressed expression. "It's not uncommon for people to act in unexpected ways. Perhaps there's more to the story than you know. Maybe he has his reasons for staying."William ran a hand through his hair, feeling a surge of frustration and confusion. "I need to know the truth. Does Jay really know about Tessa? Why hasn't he gone after her?"The investigator nodded understandingly. "You need to hear it from Jay himself. Confront him, get the answers you're looking for. It's the only way to find out the truth."Eager, William decided to face Jay head-on. He needed

William couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered in the air. His mother's sudden appearance, her knowledge of Tessa's supposed betrayal, and the persuasive tactics she employed left him questioning the motives behind her actions.He paced through the house, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. "How did Mother know about Tessa and this... affair? It's as if she had a front-row seat to the drama. But why? And why reveal it now?" he mumbled to himself, his frustration growing.His mind darted to the private investigator. "Could she have hired someone to follow me? Someone who feeds her information about my life?" The very idea left a sour taste in his mouth. The realization that his own mother might be involved in such a scheme disturbed him deeply.The threads of suspicion didn't end with his mother. His thoughts shifted to Cindy, another player in this twisted drama. "Cindy, why would she be so invested in convincing me that Tessa cheated? It doesn't add up. She's never bee

The next morning, the syndicate didn’t waste any more time. Inside their white van, the hired men, under the employ of Mrs. Reign, huddled together, their eyes fixed on William's house. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed the intricate details of their mission."I'm sure William is going outside today. As usual, he will find a lead about his wife! So we should use that opportunity to get inside his house and rob it, and use any information to get all of his wealth in bank accounts. Those thing and such!" the leader declared, his tone calculated and cold.The members of the group exchanged glances, nodding in agreement with the plan. Each man was eager to execute the task at hand, fueled by the promise of a hefty reward."But how can we make it like Tessa did it? How can we prove to him that it was his wife who stole his money and wealth?" one of the men inquired, seeking clarity on the intricacies of their deceitful plot.The leader, a shrewd tactician, scoffed at what he perce