David and Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway, their earlier smugness evaporating as quickly as the champagne bubbles they had so eagerly toasted with. I watched them carefully, the same eyes that had once doted on them, now assessing the weight of their betrayal.
“You never were much of a poker player, Vanessa,” I continued, tapping the file with a long, deliberate finger. “Perhaps you thought you could bluff your way out of this. But I assure you, the cards are not in your favor.”
