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Pierre snaps, releasing me with a shove. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me! I have plenty of evidence of her affair.” I pull a stack of photos and recordings from one of my drawers and spread them out on the desk. “There. Giselle and Oliver. Together. Intimate. Caught in the act. You were even there once—waiting for her outside that damn hotel where she came out kissing him. Are you going to tell me that’s a lie? That they weren’t there?” Pierre stares at the evidence in silence. His eyes scan the photos, his jaw tightening. He opens his mouth, closes it, then finally speaks.

Complete character assassination in the settlement documents that painted him as a predator who’d groomed and manipulated a vulnerable young woman. “This is excessive.” “Excessive?” Vivian’s laugh was sharp and bitter. “You fucked a twenty-year-old girl in our house while our son slept down the hall and you think I’m being excessive?” “I’m not signing away custody of Nathan.” “You don’t have a choice.” Vivian moved closer, her hands braced on the desk as she leaned forward. “I have evidence of your affair. Photos. Timestamps. Witness statements. I will drag you through every courtroom in this state and make sure everyone knows exactly what you are.”

Those photos and videos were enough to shatter every lie Julian had ever told! The year after my accident, Ivy joined Julian’s company and began their affair. I did not have photographic or video evidence from that time, but I had some spending records and hotel check-in logs. It was ample proof that they had visited dozens of places together. They had gone bungee jumping, skydiving, surfing, and savored every thrill, including the excitement of their illicit affair. Gradually, merely fooling around outside was not enough for them.

--- I laid it out the way I laid everything out — on the board, piece by piece, what each side actually had and what each side could actually do with it. Rhett had a photograph. A kitchen camera screenshot, timestamped, showing two people in a proximity that would require some explanation. In a divorce proceeding, with the right framing from his attorney, it could be presented as evidence of an ongoing affair that predated the filing — an attempt to establish fault on my side, complicate the asset claims, muddy the picture. That was what he had.

Davion straightened himself and stylishly adjusted his tie before facing him. "You're good as calling out other people for their mistakes aren't you? Well, have you mentioned to your boss that you are having an affair with his wife?" He asked and I gasped. He blinked rapidly as though he didn't hear what Davion had said. "I don't know what you're talking about and also you cannot accuse me without proof or countable evidence." Davion laughed. "Proof? You really want me to submit a countable evidence for accusing you of sleeping with your bosses wife? Alright then, I'll do that right now."

“Are you sure about that? Oliver is not the type to bluff.” I considered it for a moment, then I nodded confidently. “He doesn't have any evidence aside from him seeing us at the restaurant that day and when we were leaving the park on Wednesday.” “What if he took a picture?” Annabelle offered. “The only time he could have done that was when we were at the restaurant. And if he did, it would just be a picture of me and Professor Matthews talking. No one will see it and think we're having an affair.” “Let's hope so,” she said. “I'll try tal–”

Although his tone was that of nonchalance, the warning behind it could not be hidden. Her breath caught in her throat. ‘No way.. Is he really going to tell them?’ Her eyes widened, only then she became anxious for real as things are not going according to her plan. “You wouldn’t..” She mouthed the words at him. Was she challenging him? She didn’t think he would reveal her affair for real. Morris stared at her like a vermin as he began to speak. “I ended it with her because she had an affair. I got all of the evidence that had been collected for months while she was on her business trip overseas. It is enough for me to make this decision.” He stated matter-of-factly.

There's absolutely nothing remotely decent about this. In one of the photos, they're in a hotel room. She's seated, in lingerie, while he's standing over her, his fly undone. Then, they're in the car, their faces inches apart. In another photo, they're kissing. I mean, looking at these now, they seem to be having an affair. A full-blown affair. "I need context, Grayson," I tell him, unable to hide the confusion from my voice. "You wanted something ugly about Reynold Loxley? Something incriminating? Well, there you have it. The proof is right in your hands."

the middle-aged man said confidently. I handed over a deposit, my heart pounding. “I only want the truth. Please… don’t fail me.” --- Two weeks later he returned with a solemn face and an empty envelope on the café table. “I couldn’t find anything, ma’am.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Impossible! They must meet—there has to be something!” He sighed. “Even when they meet, they’re always accompanied by many people. Business meetings, official gatherings, corporate parties. Nothing that could be considered proof of an affair. Even whispers or glances won’t hold up in court.”