The dinner meeting replayed in Adrian Kingsley’s mind long after the restaurant had closed.
He sat alone in his office, the city glowing through the tall glass windows behind him. A glass of whiskey rested on his desk, barely touched.
Elena’s voice echoed in his head.
“You believed what you were shown.”
At the time, he had dismissed it.
Now, it wouldn’t leave him alone.
Adrian opened his desk drawer and pulled out an old file.
Inside were photographs.
Grainy. Dated. Damaging.
Elena entering a hotel.
Elena walking into a room with another man.
The same images that had ended their marriage.
He stared at them again, slower this time.
Back then, anger had come easily.
But now… something felt off.
His phone buzzed.
Daniel Carter.
Adrian answered immediately. “What did you find?
