The morning sun rose over New York, but to Emily, the light felt cold and distant. She sat at her desk in the quiet corner of her apartment, staring at her laptop screen. The message from the anonymous sender still glowed in her inbox:
**"If you want to know who really betrayed Ethan — check the files attached."**
Her pulse quickened. She had almost deleted it, thinking it was another internet rumor. But the file name — *BF_Confidential.zip* — and the timing were too perfect to ignore. Taking a deep breath, she clicked to open it.
Inside were photos, bank statements, and secret correspondence between Ethan's closest business associates. But one file stopped her cold.
A private letter.
Signed by *Amelia Grant.*
Emily's heart sank. *Amelia?* Ethan's ex-fiancée — the woman who had disappeared years ago without explanation. The letter revealed that Amelia had been secretly feeding insider information about Ethan's company to one of his rivals, hoping to force him into a financial collapse.
But that wasn't the worst part. The letter hinted at something darker. A sentence written in haste, as if by trembling hands:
> *"I had no choice. They threatened to expose what happened in Paris."*
Emily's eyes widened. *Paris?* Ethan had never mentioned anything about Paris. What had really happened there?
She picked up her phone and called Ethan. He answered on the second ring, his voice rough with fatigue.
"Emily? What's wrong?"
"You need to come over. Now," she said, her voice steady but urgent. "It's about Amelia."
Within minutes, he was at her door, his expression a mixture of worry and confusion. Emily turned her laptop toward him. "I got this email this morning. You need to see what's inside."
Ethan's jaw clenched as he read. "That's impossible," he muttered, scrolling through the files. "Amelia would never…" His voice trailed off.
But the evidence was undeniable — her handwriting, her bank transactions, even recorded calls. Every line pointed to betrayal.
"Who sent this to you?" Ethan demanded.
"I don't know. There's no trace. But whoever it is… they want you to know the truth."
Ethan leaned back, rubbing his temples. "Amelia vanished the week I lost everything. I thought she left because of the scandal… but maybe she *caused* it."
Emily placed a hand on his arm. "There's more. The letter mentions Paris. What happened there?"
He froze. His eyes darkened. "Paris… was supposed to be our new beginning. But something went terribly wrong."
Before she could ask more, his phone buzzed. A text message.
From an unknown number.
**"Stop digging, Ethan. You won't like what you find."**
Emily's breath caught. Whoever was behind this wasn't finished.
And somewhere, miles away, a woman watched them from the shadows — her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.
Amelia Grant was back.
And she wasn't done yet.