“Anna, my suspicions are gravely serious,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “I think Michael is already married—to someone else”. The room felt airless as Anna’s eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief. “You can’t be serious,” she finally said, her voice tinged with desperation.
“I wish I weren’t,” Oliver replied, his hand trembling as he moved the mouse over the file that held the incriminating photo. “But you need to see this.” Sweat trickled down his forehead, as if each droplet carried the weight of his moral dilemma.