Novel & Cerita Evidence Of The Affair

“What’s wrong?” Suddenly, Chris threw a bunch of photos onto the table. Photos of me with Hugo, Greg, and the guys at the hot springs. In addition, Chris also had many screenshots of my chats in the affair group and records of my credit card expenses I used to rent an apartment and check into a hotel. “Where did you get all this? It’s just a misunderstanding. It’s not what you think,” I stammered. “Do you want more evidence? Alice is living proof, who witnessed everything. Do you want her to say everything she saw?” Chris replied emotionally.

His presence alone made it impossible for me to focus, even though this discussion was supposed to be about my divorce. "Do you know how long they've been having an affair?" Willem asked in a calm, gentle voice. I shook my head. "I only found out last night. I have no idea how long they’ve been betraying me behind my back." I bit my lip, my hands gripping the edge of the sofa anxiously. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Kai smirking at me. Is he mocking me? "What about evidence of the affair? Do you have any?"

They turned around to leave the event “And for the record I met Tristan very recently, we never had an affair when his wife was alive.” The stopped on their tracks and turned to look at me. The first speaker looked like she was thd head of their little group because they just nodded their head when she spoke. They walked out of the party but Tristan's mother was still very upset, I guess she was wondering what they all think of her son because of what they said. I raised my head and sighted Tristan standing on the stairs, he must have heard everything we said. Our eyes met and he rushed back upstairs, I guess he’s too embarrassed to come downstairs after that display from his mother’s guest.

"So..." Myles spoke as he sat down. His tone was different. He looked alternately at Trina and Isidore, his eyes full of meaning. "I've confirmed that Emory and Jaxon are indeed having an affair. I have additional evidence to the photos I found in Emory's study. There's no doubt about it." Trina and Isidore said nothing. They exchanged tense glances, their expressions tense. It seemed that the information Myles had shared that morning wasn't a good way to start the day.

Joe and I were similar in a way, seeing as we both coveted someone else's wife. I felt that Lesley had a better figure than Tess, but it turned out that she was his type. “Well, we have evidence of their affair now, but you know, recording without consent couldn't really count as evidence. If we really want to do something about this, we have to catch them in the act. We need to get some things ready and liquidate our assets. When they have their little rendezvous again, we'll hit them where it hurts.” Lesley hesitated. Seeing her like this, I felt anger rising within. What was she still hesitant about?

It was a welcome distraction, and I found myself feeling slightly more relaxed. Once the groceries were put away and the kids were occupied, Fred and I returned to the dining table. Cameron joined us, pulling up a chair. “So, show me what you’ve got so far.” We went through the letters and documents again, this time with Cameron’s input. He pointed out a few details we had overlooked, but nothing substantial enough to crack the mystery, and I was beginning to get tired. If my father had been having an affair outside of marriage, then finding the evidence would be hard because he would have been trying to hide it from my mother, and I mentioned this fact to them. They all agreed. I was right.

The reporters explode with questions, their voices rising in a chaotic chorus. “How long has this been going on?” “Do you have proof of this alleged affair?” Natasha nods, her expression one of reluctant sorrow. “There are photos some of you might have already seen since they were exposed during the sadly failed wedding” she mutters quietly. “I didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence are undeniable.” The screen splits, showing grainy photos of me entangled in a man’s limbs. “Ms. Blackwood, do you think Elise’s actions were simply motivated by jealousy? Or something more?” One reporter’s voice rises above the chaos.

"Congratulations. You want a medal? You ended your affair after I found out and ran away. Real noble of you, Jeremy." "Emma, please." I pressed closer to the door, desperate. "I know I messed up. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But we're mates. We're bound together. We can't just—" "Watch me." Her voice turned cold again. "I have evidence of your affair, Jeremy. Video evidence. Audio of you and Vanessa discussing your plans for me. And if you don't leave me alone, if you keep trying to force me back, I will show it to everyone. Your father. My father. The entire pack."

I remain silent, intending to keep that silence all the way until we get to my hostel. I have nothing to say to him. Nothing I want to hear from him either. As we stop at a red light, I want to sink even further into the soft leather seat, but from the corner of my eye, I see Christian move. When I look fully, he’s holding something out to me, his much bigger frame impossible for me to ignore as he performs the action. Out of curiosity I look, and I see it’s a hard drive. Christian speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, “The drive contains evidence of Levi and Cassie’s affair. Photos, videos, voice notes, and text messages.

This time, nothing popped up. “It was here last night,” I told him in a hushed voice. “I know,” he put a hand on my shoulder to be supportive. “Oh I get it,” Coral spat, “is this your affair? Are you sleeping with him to get back at me?” “Don’t be disgusting,” I said. “we’re not having an affair. You cheated and were caught.” “Then where’s your evidence?” She demanded.