Evan closed his laptop slowly, the final pieces of evidence solidifying into an undeniable truth: Damien hadn’t just betrayed Elena professionally. He’d annihilated her life by design. The theft, the forged signatures, the whispered rumors, the media narrative… it was a calculated demolition, not a corporate misunderstanding. And Elena had carried it alone.
He found her after closing, sweeping the café floor. She stiffened when she saw his eyes on her. Evan didn’t waste time. “Elena Hartmann,” he said quietly. She froze, broom halfway to the dustpan. “And I know what he did. Every document. Every forgery. Every lie.” Her face drained of color.