Edwin and Kimberly sat hunched over the laptop in Edwin's living room, their eyes wide as they pored over the files Lance had sent. The sleek device's glow illuminated their shocked expressions, casting long shadows across the room.
"Holy s**t," Kimberly muttered, his blue eyes scanning the screen rapidly. His short, wine-colored hair caught the light as he leaned in closer, his stylish outfit a stark contrast to the tension in the room.
Edwin nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe it. Vanessa... it was her all along."
The files Lance had sent were comprehensive, thanks to his private investigator Daniel's thorough work. They revealed a twisted tale of deception that left both men reeling.
"Look at this," Kimberly said, pointing to a section of the report. "Vanessa
