Andrei sat in his study, the faint glow of his desk lamp illuminating a pile of documents and photographs spread out before him. His private investigator, a meticulous and discreet man named Victor, had just left, leaving behind the irrefutable proof Andrei needed. Footage, timestamped and clear, showed Ivan in several clandestine meetings with Catalina. The two seemed to be plotting, their conversations filled with body language that betrayed a level of intimacy and conspiracy Andrei could no longer ignore.
Andrei leaned back in his chair, his jaw tight with fury. He had suspected Ivan, but seeing the evidence in front of him was something else entirely. The man he once considered a loyal ally had betrayed him, aligning with the very person responsible for his misery. Andrei’s mind churn
