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That night, while Victor slept, Clara sat in the dim glow of the kitchen light, sipping tea and planning the endgame. Divorce would normally ruin her — their prenuptial agreement ensured that whoever was unfaithful lost everything. Victor had drawn it up years earlier, smugly thinking it protected him. Now, it would destroy him.
She also called Arthur, a photographer she knew from her freelance work. “I’ll pay for your vacation,” she said. “You just need to take the right pictures.” She gave him Victor’s hotel details in Hawaii. Arthur didn’t need more explanation.
Two days later, her inbox filled with photos. Victor and his assistant Lucy — kissing at the bar, holding hands by the pool, lying together on the beach. It was enough to end the marriage and take the empire. Clara forwarded everything to Ethan. “Will this do?” she asked.