CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHT – DIRTY LEAKS

At first the assumption was that these were the same falsified multimedia doctored to frame her in Seattle with the fictional lover. A vicious parting shot from Eleanor following her criminal case's implosion. But as the leaks escalated in their sheer volume and shocking intimacy, a horrific truth materialized – these were real images and captured moments from Kayla's past. Long before her marriage to Lance, seemingly every indiscretion or promiscuous escapade had been systematically logged. Nude selfies, voyeuristic recordings from one night stands or past relationships...no transgression was too deviant or perverse to be exhumed for maximum mortification. Kayla sat frozen, shoulders hunched as tears of humiliation scalded her cheeks. Lance – steadfast, understanding Lance – held her close on their sitting room sofa, clearly shaken by the avalanche's scope yet steeling himself to be her grounding force. "You have to know, none of this matters in the slightest to me," he rumbled lo