The message on Cassandra's phone screen was damning.
Multiple pictures, all time-stamped and location-tagged....
Of Rose Bennett meeting with Victor Hale at a discreet café.
Her Rose... getting into Victor Hale's car, accepting an envelope from this man outside her apartment building.
Each image was crystal clear. There was no mistaking the faces. No denying what they showed. This was a clear evidence that Rose Bennett was working for him... against her!
Cassandra's hand trembled slightly as she stared at the screen. Her world was tilting.
"My Rose..."
"My beloved Rose has been...?" She couldn't finish the sentence. She couldn't bring herself to proclaim that her beloved mate had been betraying her this whole time.
For a moment, Cassandra couldn't move. She could neither think nor couldn't she breathe.
But then she heard it.
Lawrence clearing his throat from behind her. The sound snapped her back to reality.
