17/09/2025
“SIR, YOUR WIFE WAS JUST IN A CAR ACCIDENT AN HOUR AGO,” THE OFFICER SAID AT THE DOOR. BUT WHEN THE MAN SWORE SHE WAS UPSTAIRS ASLEEP, WHAT POLICE DISCOVERED IN THE BEDROOM STUNNED EVERYONE. Later that night, Marco sat in his study with a glass of twenty-year-old Macallan. He had built his empire on knowing every weakness of his enemies. Yet here, in his own home, he had been blind. The next morning, he called Gerald, his younger brother and a private investigator in Portland. “I need you to look into something,” Marco said flatly. Gerald sighed. “Straight to business, as always. What is it?” “My wife. And Wesley Stratton. Be discreet.” A long pause. “Marco, are you sure you want this truth?” “Just do it.” Three days later, Gerald sat across from him in the study, sliding a folder onto the desk. “You’re not going to like this.” Marco opened it. Photographs spilled out—Jenny and Wesley at a hotel bar, kis*ing in his car, entering an apartment together. Time stamps revealed an eight-month affair. “There’s more,” Gerald continued. “They’re planning something bigger. Wesley’s been meeting a man named Tommy Travis. He creates new identities. And Jenny—she’s been photographing files from your office. Insurance, offshore accounts, contracts. Everything worth taking.” Marco walked to his safe. He had already noticed the files were slightly moved, just a fraction off. His instincts had been right. “My wife thinks she can walk away rich, with my business partner,” Marco said, his laugh empty. “Marco, you could divorce her. Cut Wesley out of the company.” “No. They’ve started a w*r. And in w*r, there’s only total victory.””Full story in the first comment 👇
