The morning began like any other—until Amelia opened her email.
Dozens of messages flooded her inbox, all with the same subject line: Proof your husband betrayed you.
Her pulse quickened as she clicked one open. Photos spilled across the screen—Alexander, entering a hotel suite. Alexander, pouring a drink with Victoria at his side. Alexander, slipping his jacket off as Victoria leaned too close.
Amelia’s stomach dropped.
“Lies,” she whispered, but her throat tightened with doubt. Clara’s forgeries had been convincing before. Could she be certain this wasn’t real?
When Alexander entered the room moments later, Amelia’s hands were still trembling over the laptop. He froze when he saw her expression.
“What happened?” he demanded, crossing the room.
Wordlessly, she turned the screen tow
