And indeed, a woman's intuition was terrifying. After that day, I secretly hired a professional paparazzi to follow Caleb, to track his movements and see what he was really up to. Within just a few days, I had my answer. I got a stack of photos, each one more damning than the last.
I flipped through the pictures. They showed the two of them together again and again. Going to a hotel together could be brushed off as a social event, even a business trip. But kissing in the car? What was that? Personal service?
Even though I desperately wanted to make excuses for Caleb, convincing myself that there had to be some misunderstanding, all my defenses crumbled the moment I saw the photo of them kissing. My heart was quickly overwhelmed by waves of grievance and sadness that I could no longer suppress.
The paparazzi did not just stop at the photos. They dug deeper, uncovering more about the relationship between Caleb Martin and Scarlett Myers. To my shock, I discovered that they had a history stretching all the way back to high school. For three years, they had been inseparable, a young couple deeply in love.