Jacob's hands were clenched so tightly on the phone that if he'd clenched it any harder, he knew he would end up breaking the phone. His chest was heaving as he glared at the glowing screen, still finding it impossible to wrap his head around everything that had been happening for the past few days. The headlines were everywhere.
The videos. The pictures. The same ones the rest of the world was watching.
Arthur Lavoie kissing Sheila. His Sheila. The woman he'd sworn to get back at every means possible.
With every passing second, he realised how more and more difficult this mission was becoming. He'd tried to get his eyes off the picture but his hands and eyes weren't cooperating.
And every single second he stared at it, the angrier he got. The elegant ballroom had been captured in
