The photo showed a woman nestled in the arms of a tanned strong man as they walked toward a hotel.
Henley's hands trembled slightly as he turned to the second photo.
It was a woman and a short guy in front of a building.
The third photo was of a woman and a stout man.
The fourth photo was of a woman with a guy in a suit.
There were more than 50 photos, and the man in each photo was pretty much different.
As he flipped through the photos, Henley's face turned ghastly as his body shook violently.
Sean said, "I think you know who the woman in the picture is. Your wife."
Henley trembled even more when he heard that.
"Are you kidding me? They're fake! They're all fake!"
Yelling furiously, Henley threw the photos at Sean.
"Liar! You must be trying to fool me with these photos, aren't you? You're tricking me. These photos are all photoshopped!"
Sean easily ducked and spoke again.
"Don't you know yourself whether they're fake?
"Of course, you are a workaholic after all. You might not know.
"Here's a friendly reminder. Your eldest daughter might not be related to you in any way. Whether you believe it is up to you."
With that said, Sean turned around and left.
Henley froze in place for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses.
"Who are you and why are you telling me this?"
Sean was already nowhere to be found when he asked that.
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