Chapter 2 - The Live Audio
The cinematic tension in the dark, candlelit dining room was absolutely suffocating.
Through the speaker of Elena’s phone, she didn't hear the clicking of keyboards or the stressful shouting of a corporate boardroom. She heard the soft, sultry jazz music playing in the background of a high-end luxury hotel suite.
She heard the unmistakable, crisp clink of two crystal champagne glasses touching.
And then, she heard a woman laugh.
It wasn't a stranger's laugh. It was Vivian—Elena’s twenty-something, blonde best friend.
"You promised you were going to tell her tonight, Val," Vivian’s voice purred through the phone speaker, completely dripping with toxic, arrogant confidence.
Elena stopped breathing. The air in her lungs violently turned to absolute ice.
She had suspected for weeks that Valentino was hiding something. The late nights, the hidden text messages, the sudden, unexplained charges on his credit cards. But she had never, in her wildest nightmares, imagined that the woman destroying her marriage was her own best friend.
Elena had quietly slipped a GPS tracker and a live-audio microphone into the lining of Valentino's expensive dark suit jacket before he left the house this morning.
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"I can't tell her on Thanksgiving, Viv," Valentino’s smooth, handsome voice replied over the audio feed, sounding completely relaxed and utterly unapologetic. "It's too messy. Her parents would make a massive scene."
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