MICHAEL
"What a sly bastard."
I paced in my office, flipping through the file in my hands, my gaze skimming over each image. Every picture was of Olivia Carter, the woman supposedly carrying my stepbrother's child.
I scoffed, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.
Christian? Expecting a child?
Who were they trying to fool? Not me.
Deep down, I knew the truth. This was nothing but a sham. Christian had planned the whole idea to fool everyone but I was smarter.
And the evidence of this entire lie was now in my hands.
Most of the photos my private investigator obtained showed Olivia Carter dressed casually, but one in particular caught my attention. A CCTV capture of her stepping outside a restaurant to throw out trash, dressed in a waitress uniform.
The timestamp wasn't to
