Anna's POV
At the mention of Lucy's name, I took the tablet from Rachel's hands and carefully scrolled through the photos again. The angles were deliberately misleading—in one, Samuel appeared to be whispering intimately in my ear; in another, a dismissive glance I'd thrown his way had been captured in a way that made it look like a coy smile.
"It must be her," I agreed, a cold laugh escaping my lips. "Look at these camera angles—in this one, Samuel's face is practically pressed against mine.
And this one? I never smiled at him like that. That was clearly a dismissive smirk."
I scrolled through the comments, each one more vicious than the last. They speculated wildly about my "relationship" with Samuel, suggesting I was desperate to align myself with Heritage Group. Some even implied I'd orchestrated my divorce from Jack to pursue wealthier, more powerful men.
