Victor had always believed himself untouchable — a man too clever to be caught, too polished to be questioned. For months, he’d led a double life, hiding an affair behind fake business trips and smooth lies. This time, he thought he’d perfected the act. A forged “business authorization” to Miami sat neatly in his briefcase, while in his car, a travel voucher to Hawaii awaited — booked for two, under his name and his mistress Lucy’s.
Clara, his wife, had seen it all before — the hurried departures, the mysterious phone calls, the faint perfume that wasn’t hers. But this time, something in her had changed. She didn’t just suspect anymore. She knew. And she had a plan.
For weeks, Clara quietly gathered her evidence. She tracked every lie, every “meeting,” every unexplained trip. But when she finally discovered the Hawaii voucher, it wasn’t anger that filled her — it was clarity. The man who had built a wall of deceit around himself had just handed her the key to tear it down.
That night, while Victor slept peacefully beside her, Clara sat in the kitchen under the soft hum of the refrigerator, sipping tea and drafting her counterattack. The irony wasn’t lost on her — years ago, Victor had insisted on a prenuptial agreement to protect his fortune, ensuring that any unfaithful partner would lose everything. He thought it would shield him. Instead, it became her greatest weapon.
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