Damian's POV
Here's the thing nobody tells you about watching a man lie to his wife in real time:
The hardest part isn't the lie. It's the craftsmanship.
Timestamp: 19:20:12.
Ronald stood at the kitchen counter — frozen on the fifth replay, his back filling the frame like a curtain yanked across a stage. Four minutes between the moment he stopped photographing roses and the moment Kate's phone lit up. Two hundred and forty seconds. A window that should have taken sixty at most.
My gut said something happened in that gap.
But the bastard had his back to the camera.
I leaned against the wall, arms folded, jaw clenched until my molars ached. Three hundred and sixty degrees of coverage. A dozen cameras. Military-grade resolution. And he'd turned away at the only moment that mattered.
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