Chapter 2
Jessica remained frozen in her champagne gold one-shoulder dress, her fingers trembling as she clutched her wine glass like a fragile shield.
She looked desperately toward Marcus for guidance, realizing too late that the wealthy executive had promised her absolute discretion and total safety.
"There is nothing to explain, Marcus, because the visual evidence sitting across from you speaks with deafening clarity," Vanessa stated in a low whisper.
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Her emerald green dress rustled softly as she took one deliberate step closer, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the pristine marble flooring.
The US flag displayed neatly on the hallway bookshelf stood as a silent, unblinking sentinel over the unraveling domestic disaster.
