Chapter 43

Camille’s POV

The private investigation office smelled of coffee and secrets. I sat across from Martin Wells, retired NYPD detective turned high-end investigator, watching him spread photos across his desk like playing cards.

“Four affairs during her time in London,” he said, tapping a grainy image of Rose entering a hotel with a man who wasn’t Stefan. “Two with married executives. One with a British lord. One with her fashion mentor’s husband.”

Something cold settled in my stomach as I picked up the photo. Rose, laughing, hand tucked possessively into the arm of a silver-haired man twenty years her senior. The timestamp showed a date just three weeks after I’d married Stefan.

“You’re certain these are authentic?” I kept my voice steady, professional. Victoria had taught me never to show emotion during business dealings, even when the business was revenge.

Wells nodded, sliding more photos toward me. “Verified by three different sources. Ms. Lewi