The envelope felt impossibly heavy in Cambria's hands. Thin paper, yet burdened with the weight of every unspoken doubt, every flicker of mistrust that had gnawed at her since the revelation of the Blackwood legacy. Her fingers trembled as she peeled back the seal, heart hammering in a chaotic rhythm that echoed in the sudden stillness of the penthouse.
The glossy photographs slid out moments stolen in shadowed rooms, faces close and breathless. Maddox, the man she had slowly come to trust, the man she thought she knew, tangled with Evelyn Stone, the woman who had haunted their lives like a dark shadow. Their closeness was intimate, raw, a betrayal written in every stolen glance, every hidden touch.
Her breath hitched. The room seemed to tilt around her. Was this real? Or some cruel trap? The photos whispered of lies she'd never imagined. The man who had promised her a future was suddenly an enigma wrapped in betrayal.
