Elara
The private investigator worked faster than I expected.
In just two days, he'd delivered a stack of clear photos. Hotel hookups. Luxury villa meetings. Even affairs on the company rooftop and most shockingly inside Jack's office.
How did my uncle have the balls to sleep with his mistress right under his wife Lillian's nose? Lillian worked in the finance department just across the hall from his office.
I decided to send the photos to Lillian without signing my name.
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When the package arrived, Lillian thought it was work documents. She opened it in front of her coworkers. Her face went white when she saw what was inside.
"Lillian, what's wrong? Who sent that?" one of her colleagues asked.
"Are those photographs?"
Lillian quickly turned the photos over
