Snapshot of Betrayal

Don's POV.

The meeting was in full swing, the room alive with discussions about upcoming deals and projections. My attention, sharp as ever, was fixed on the figures displayed on the screen. But then, my phone vibrated on the table beside me. Normally, I’d ignore it during meetings, but for some reason, this time, I glanced at it.

And everything stopped.

There it was. An image.

Vivienne. My Vivien