"Adam? Are you here because of those photos?"
Raymond didn't even look up from his desk at first—just asked the question quietly, like he already knew the answer.
Adam stood in the doorway like a man stripped of everything. The once-composed CEO looked anything but—tie loosened, eyes hollow, like he hadn't slept or breathed properly in days.
He stepped in and sank heavily into the chair across from his father-in-law.
"You can punch me if you want," Adam said hoarsely, his voice barely steady. "Hell, I deserve worse."
Raymond finally looked up. His gaze was calm, but unreadable.
"I wanted to," he admitted, leaning back in his chair. "Especially after I saw Sofia's face this morning. You broke something in her."
Adam looked down, jaw clenched, shame burning through every vein.
Raymond paused for a long moment. Then he exhaled, voice low and unexpectedly soft.
"But I realized something… I was the one who set this all in motion."
Adam looked up slowly.
