“I know you are living a double life Michael”, he finally blurted out, his voice tinged with both conviction and doubt. “I photographed a wedding a couple of months ago, and the groom—well, see for yourself.”
As he turned the laptop towards Anna, he braced himself for her reaction. Would it be denial, shock, or perhaps a shattered heart collapsing under the weight of betrayal? Yet nothing could have prepared him for what came next.