Chapter 2: The Price of Treason
Sarah looked at the decorative crystal bowl sitting on the glass coffee table. Inside lay David’s car keys, his luxury watch, and a flash drive containing the proprietary data for John’s tech logistics firm. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. The sheer panic made her chest heave violently as she stepped forward, her hands raised in a desperate, pleading gesture.
“John, please... it’s not what it looks like...” Sarah cried out, her voice cracking as she tried to spin a lie out of thin air.
John’s jaw clenched, the muscles tightening as he fought to control the erupting rage coursing through his veins. He didn't even look at her. His eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, were fixed entirely on David—the man who had shared his home, his secrets, and now, his wife.
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"I didn't come home early for you, David," John said, resolutely cutting Sarah off. His voice was a low, aggressive rumble, tightly controlled but vibrating with lethal intent. "I came for what you brought."
David swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he instinctively reached toward his pockets. He realized then that this wasn't just about an affair. John wasn't a heartbroken victim; he was a hunter who had successfully lured his prey into a trap. The affair was just the bait.
