Jacob sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of bourbon swirling in his hand. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall. On the table before him lay an envelope,its contents explosive. Pictures of Sharon and Russell together, their secret meetings, their lingering glances, and one damning photo of a kiss.
He leaned back, his expression a mixture of fury and disbelief. After everything they had built, after every sacrifice he had made to provide her with a life most could only dream of, this was how Sharon repaid him?
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he said curtly.
Victor entered, his expression grim. He carried a laptop under one arm and a folder in his hand. "Jacob, we need to talk."
Jacob
