~ MICHAEL POV ~
My office felt like a tomb—silent, cold, suffocating. Daniel stood across from me, his face grim as he slid the manila folder across my polished mahogany desk. The folder seemed to pulse with a life of its own, threatening everything I thought I knew.
"This is everything, Mr. Walton." Daniel's voice was steady, professional. "Took some digging, but it's all there."
I stared at the folder, my hand hovering over it. "And you're certain?"
"One hundred percent. Digital footprints don't lie." He tapped the folder. "Emails. Bank transfers. Text messages. Jessica and Miller have been working together for years. Long before your divorce."
My throat tightened as I finally opened it. Each page hit like a physical blow. Screenshots of text messages between Jessica and Miller dati
