Later that night, as they lay side by side in the dim glow of the hotel lamp, Emily pulled out her phone.
“I want you to see what I’ve been talking about,” she said, opening a private folder. She handed the phone to Victoria.
The photos were clear and damning. In one, Vanessa was laughing at an exclusive rooftop party, a tall, muscular man standing close behind her with his hand resting possessively on her waist. In others, they were seen leaving venues together, sitting intimately in a café, and even entering a hotel. The same man appeared in almost every shot.
Emily’s voice was tense. “I’m sure it’s this guy. His name is Win. The investigator confirmed they’ve met multiple times when she’s supposed to be elsewhere.”
Victoria scrolled through the pictures, then let out a soft sigh. “E
