Case against him

As my secretary spoke, my heart sank. The judgment and gossip spreading among my colleagues and employees echoed in my mind.

I ended the call, feeling the weight of the situation on my shoulders. Marcus, who had been watching me with concern, asked what was wrong.

"Marcus, I need to talk to Elijah again. My nude photos have spread throughout the entire company. My reputation is ruined," I said, fighting back tears.

"I'll come with you," he offered.

"Please trust me this time," I pleaded.

Tears streamed down my face as I drove to my apartment. I felt humiliated and exposed, overwhelmed by questions. How did Elijah get those photos? Why would he do this to me? And most importantly, how would I handle this situation?

When I arrived at my mansion, I saw Elijah holding his luggage. I immediately called out to him.

"Elijah!" I shouted.

He laughed and responded, "Yes, my love?"

"What's so funny, Elijah? How could you do this to me?" I yelled into the phone.

"Why?" he asked, pretending to be