The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge
I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over me.
There was no return address, no markings, just my name, printed in stark, black letters:
AGATHA DE ROSSI – PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL
I tore it open, my hands shaking, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in thirds, and a small, silver USB drive.
My eyes scanned the page, the words, typed in a simple, unadorned font, hitting me like a physical blow.
Agatha,
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