Chapter 5 - The Husband's Return
Three hours later, the heavy front doors of the luxury estate finally unlocked.
Valentino walked into the grand foyer, shrugging off his expensive dark suit jacket. He ran his hand through his perfectly styled dark hair, putting on his best exhausted, stressed-out corporate facade.
"Elena?" Valentino called out smoothly. "I'm so sorry, babe! The merger negotiations were a complete nightmare. I just got out."
He walked into the dining room, expecting to find his pregnant wife crying on the couch, waiting for his apologies.
But the dining room was completely dark.
The massive Thanksgiving turkey was still sitting on the table, entirely cold. The candles had burned all the way down to the brass holders. And Elena was nowhere to be found.
Valentino frowned, deeply confused by the eerie silence. He walked toward his assigned chair at the head of the table.
Sitting directly in the center of his pristine dinner plate was a large manila envelope.
He reached out and picked it up. It felt heavy.
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He unclasped the metal tab and pulled out a thick stack of high-resolution, full-color photographs.
👉 What horrific, undeniable evidence did the wife capture?
