At three o’clock in the morning, my husband’s mistress sent me a photo meant to ruin my life.

Personal problems are not the reason for this decision. But the lack of transparency and affecting the company’s reputation are aspects that we must treat with maximum seriousness.

Ovid had nothing to say.

After a few months, the divorce procedure ended.

The company continued its activity under a new executive management, and I only returned to the role of a shareholder and strategic consultant.

I never sought revenge on Veronica.

She left the company alone shortly after the scandal.

One morning, while I was drinking my coffee on the terrace of my apartment, I looked up at the sunrise and realized that the photo sent at 03:07 hadn’t destroyed my life.

He’d give it back to me.

Because sometimes the most painful proof of a betrayal becomes exactly the thing that gives you the courage to permanently close a door and finally start a chapter in which you no longer live from someone else’s lies.

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