Chapter 111

Darren POV

But the photographer was already shooting, catching her in that romantic setup, the champagne, the roses, the low lighting. Catching her with someone who looked like Storm in photos that would look damning as hell.

She bolted for the door, but not before my photographer got everything I needed.

I switched feeds to Storm’s location. He was at Roosevelt Hospital, arguing with a nurse about room numbers. Looking for a patient that didn’t exist.

“That’s right,” I said. “Chase ghosts while I destroy her.”

My editing team worked fast. Within fifteen minutes, I had exactly what I needed: photos of Nova in a romantic penthouse setup with a man who could pass for Storm. With careful editing, some strategic blurring, and proper lighting adjustments, no one would be able to tell it wasn’t real.

The photos showed a planned tryst. An affair. Proof that the divorce wasn’t about my infidelity—it was about hers.

I uploaded the photos to my