The moment Thomas was left alone in his study, he shoved everything off his desk in rage.

Papers flew into the air, a glass cup shattered against the wooden floor, and the lamp crashed onto the side table.

His breaths were ragged, his fingers clenched into tight fists as he processed what he had just seen on the news.

The video had played at Serena’s company dinner—right in front of business elites, investors, and influential figures. There was no denying it now. It was confirmed.

Serena was behind it all.

His nostrils flared as he ran a hand through his hair. He should have known.

That woman was too smart,...