Tracy’s POV
I sat alone in the dimly lit study, my fingers trembling as I stared at the glowing screen of my phone. The message from Jackson Wells, my husband's relentless business rival, felt like a venomous sting in my heart. My eyes were fixed on the damning photo attached to the message, my husband Alexander Grant smiling warmly beside a mysterious woman, their bodies so close it felt like a knife twisting deeper with each passing second.
My mind raced, trying to rationalize what I was seeing. Alex wouldn't betray me, would he? We had built our life together, weathered storms, and conquered obstacles as a team. But the evidence before my eyes was undeniable, crushing my faith like fragile glass beneath a heavy boot.
My phone buzzed again, breaking the deafening silence of the room.
