Chapter 145

Chapter 145:

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“Mr. Brooks.” Karl’s voice was steady but cautious. “I sent you some photos. Of your wife. You might want to brace yourself.”

Andrew’s knuckles whitened around the wheel as he opened the file. Images filled the screen: Cathryn smiling, her arm linked with Cara’s, the two of them strolling together with an intimacy that stung.

A text from Karl followed. “I checked. The bag your wife is carrying is a limited-edition Hermès—about a hundred thousand. Cara spent six months pulling strings to get it.”

Half a year.

Andrew’s gaze darkened. Had Cathryn known Cara that long? Was she really someone Cara had planted?