The evening air felt colder than usual. The sky was veiled in gray clouds, holding back a rain that seemed reluctant to fall.

Vania stared at her laptop screen, trying to focus on the report in front of her, but her eyelids felt heavy. Her mind was crowded with the image of Arga’s face—his smile that always calmed her, his voice that stayed steady in the middle of chaos.

Have I really made the right choice?

A phone notification shattered her thoughts. She reached for it from the desk. An unknown number.

A short message:

If you think he’s that clean, look at this.

Vania’s brow furrowed. The message was...