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11

Several messages awaited me in my inbox.

These emails contained images and footage of Andrew and Ava together.

All of them originated from a single sender.

I had made attempts to reach out to the sender, but received no response to any of my messages.

Andrew viewed the images and videos, his mouse-wielding hand trembling slightly.

"It's Ava."

The assistant providing water for Andrew looked up, puzzled by Andrew's statement.

Andrew, fixated on the screen, spoke to himself.

"This is Ava's decoy email. She purposely sent these to Olivia."

"Each time we were together, she feigned remorse about Olivia. Her aim was to drive a wedge between Olivia and me."

"How could Ava turn into this?!"

Andrew abruptly stood and swept everything off the desk.

Potted plants and a mug shattered on the floor, with papers scattered everywhere.

I thought cynically to myself.

"You're bemoaning your tainted first love, yet it's the assistant who'll tidy up and reorganize the files.