Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 62

The vibrant, full-color photos were clearly screenshots printed directly from a security feed, with the timestamp boldly stamped in the top right corner, accurate down to the second.

August 28th, 7:12:31 PM.

In the image, Julian was dressed in a sharp suit, while Vivian wore a breezy summer dress, matching the warm weather of that late August date perfectly.

Elara froze, the sheer impact of the image knocking the wind out of her. She stared at it blankly for a long moment before setting the thick file on her desk and bending down to retrieve the fallen pictures.

Three photos had slipped out. Two of them were from August 28th, taken at the exact same restaurant.

The picture of them linking arms was captured by the lobby camera, while another shot—showing them locked in a passionate kiss—was stamped over an hour later at 8:55:01 PM.

It had been taken in a secluded corner of the hallway.

The angle only caught their profiles, but their clothing was an exact match to the earlier lobby photo.

Elara set the two pictures aside, opened her messenger app, and scrolled back to her chat history with Julian on August 28th.

At 6:19 PM, Melody had sent a voice note asking if Julian was on his way home, suddenly craving Breakfast Custard Pots and wanting her dad to pick some up.

At 6:57 PM, Julian had replied with a voice note claiming he was stuck at work on overtime, telling her to have the family driver go buy it instead.

Just fifteen minutes later, at 7:12 PM, Julian and Vivian were walking into the restaurant lobby, arms wrapped intimately around each other.

At 8:50 PM in the chat interface, there was a missed and canceled video call log.

Melody had tried to call him right before her nine-thirty bedtime.

But Julian had ignored it, letting the video request ring until it disconnected automatically.

The initial photos had been tucked into a smaller envelope inside the main file. She dumped it out, revealing over twenty more security snapshots of Julian and Vivian coming and going from various restaurants and high-end hotels.

Elara categorized the photos by date, spread them out across her desk, and meticulously cross-referenced every single one with her chat logs from those specific days, recording videos of each damning match.

Beneath the pile of security prints, sitting at the bottom of the manila envelope, was a sleek USB flash drive.

Elara didn't rush to plug the drive in; instead, she turned her attention to the thick stack of documents.

The dense pile was a comprehensive dossier of Julian's infidelity.

When Elara first confirmed Vivian was an employee, she had written it off as a cliché, sordid office romance born out of close proximity.

But after discovering Vivian's true background as a wealthy heiress, she had scrapped that theory. She couldn't fathom why the daughter of a major corporate family would stoop to playing a lowly assistant at a small firm, let alone enthusiastically act as the home-wrecking other woman to a married boss.