The tension in Jacob Sims’ office was palpable. The silence buzzed with unspoken threats as he stared at the photos spread across his desk. They weren’t just images; they were weapons,evidence of betrayal that cut deeper than he thought possible. Sharon. His wife. With him.
The door to his office creaked open. His assistant poked her head in, cautious. "Mr. Sims, the board meeting is ready to start,"
"Cancel it," Jacob snapped, his voice cold as steel.
"But sir, the investors,"
"Cancel it!" he barked, his eyes flashing.
The assistant retreated quickly, shutting the door behind her. Jacob leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the damning photos again, his heart pounding. Sharon, laughing, her hand on Russell Harper’s arm. Sharon, leaning into him like
