Jordan’s face was stormy, dark with anger.
Isabella didn’t bother sitting down again. She just handed him the envelope. “I came to drop this off. Take a good look, figure out who those men are. That’s your job now. Don’t even ask me. I seriously have no clue, and there’s no way I’d help her find that many guys.”
With that, Isabella turned and walked away.
Jordan let her go without a word. When the door closed, he picked up the stack of photos, flipping through them again and again. There was no mistaking it—the woman in them was Natalie. He recognized her diamond ring and the necklace at her throat. The ring was their wedding band, the one she wore every day, and the necklace had been his gift to her.
The men in the pictures never faced the camera. You only saw the side of a face or a back, never a proper shot. But Natalie’s face was right there in every one.
Each photo showed a different man.
Jordan couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
How could she? He could barely contain his fury. She had blamed him for cheating, accused him over and over, when all this time she’d been with who knew how many men herself.
And it wasn’t even on a bed. On the floor, like she couldn’t wait.
Anyone could tell something was off. Even Isabella had noticed—Natalie didn’t look right in those photos. She looked out of it, like she’d been tricked or drugged. But Jordan, blinded by anger, didn’t see it, or else he just didn’t want to.
A husband looking at pictures of his wife with other men… there’s just no way to stay calm. Even if he’d messed up before, he never thought he’d have to accept her with someone else. With so many others.
What really got him was how much Natalie seemed to be enjoying it. That was the part that cut the deepest.
He sat there for several minutes, seething, barely able to breathe.

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