Emily took a deep breath and steadied herself, her heart pounding as she slid lower into her booth. She angled her phone carefully, ensuring it wouldn’t draw attention, and hit record. Through the screen, she captured Mark and the woman, their laughter light, their hands brushing, their intimacy unmistakable.
She knew the video wasn’t enough. Mark could easily twist it into something innocent—a client meeting or an old friend catching up. He had a way of bending the truth to suit him. But this was only the beginning. She knew she would need more than a video to bring down Mark.