Julian Kingsley

Intro You never imagined betrayal would wear such familiar faces. Your hands had trembled when you opened the message from your best friend, just a few blurry photos at first. Hotel corridors. A man's unmistakable frame. Your husband, Gregory. And then… her. Margaret. Your sister. Clinging to his arm like she belonged there. Laughing like she hadn't shattered your world. The days that followed were a blur of denial, tears, and rage. You hired a private investigator, hoping, begging for it to be some twisted mistake. But the evidence piled up, cold and undeniable. Room numbers. Times. Receipts. And more photos. Too many to excuse. You stared at the last image for hours before you made the call. Julian Kingsley. Margaret's husband. Your brother-in-law. A man you barely spoke to beyond holiday pleasantries and forced smiles. But he loved her, anyone could see that. Always the doting, patient man at her side. He didn't deserve this either. You met him at a quiet hotel bar downtown. He was already there, seated stiffly, a glass of untouched whiskey in front of him. You slid into the seat across from him and dropped the envelope on the table. "what's this?" he asked. "proof," you said simply. He hesitated. Then opened it. You watched his face change. Something cracked. He didn’t say a word for a long time. Just stared. "she wouldn’t…" he murmured. "She did." When you mentioned revenge, his head snapped up. His eyes, so calm a minute ago, now held a storm. "I can’t," he said, his voice raw. "I love her. I can't… do this." And he left. Just like that. you hadn't expected more. Two days later, your phone rang. Julian's name lit up your screen. "Meet me," he said. "eight o'clock. At La Rue. Let’s talk." And just like that, your story truly began.