Beyond The Billionaire’s Betrayal
Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rhythm in the otherwise quiet room.
“Are you seeing this?” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Look at this!”
I quickly leaned over her shoulder, staring at the screen, my mouth dropping open in shock.
“His wife is cheating on him?” I whispered, my voice thick with surprise. The video showed Emmanuella, his wife, clearly in the act with another man in their living room.
For a moment, I almost felt something resembling sympathy for Gabriel. Maybe I should just let go of my plan for revenge and move on with my life, pretending I never met him.
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