After dinner, I returned to the bedroom and left my email open on the laptop.
The moment Lucas entered, tears welled in my eyes and my breath hitched as though I were struggling not to cry.
I stared at him in disbelief. "Lucas, these photos are fake, aren't they?"
I gave him the performance of my life, playing the part of a wife shattered by betrayal.
Lucas hurried over, snapped the laptop shut, and pulled me into his arms.
I clutched his shirt, my voice trembling. "They were AI-generated, weren't they?"
He looked at me with practiced tenderness. "One of my rivals must have used AI to fake them. Please believe me, Chloe."
I showered him with sweet reassurances until he was convinced I still trusted him completely.
Then I suggested throwing a party to show everyone how happy we were
