It was the private detective she had hired, his voice tight and urgent on the other end. Miss Emily, he said, his tone sending a chill through her. We’ve found something.
Something big. I need to meet with you immediately. Without a second thought, Emily headed to their meeting spot, a quiet cafe on the outskirts of Dubai.
The place was nearly empty, with only a few businessmen lost in their laptops and tired tourists sipping their last cups of coffee before heading back to their hotels. The detective, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache, was waiting for her at a table in the far corner. As soon as Emily sat down, he pulled a folder from his briefcase and slid it across the table.
What I’m about to show you, he said in a low voice, could be dangerous. Are you sure you want to move forward? Emily didn’t hesitate. I need to know the truth, she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands.
The detective nodded gravely and opened the folder. Inside, there were photographs, documents, and what looked like transcriptions of phone calls. But what caught Emily’s attention were the photographs, images of a man she knew all too well, Mike.
The photos showed him in various places around Dubai in the days leading up to and following the accident. In one, he was seen talking to a suspicious-looking man in a dimly lit alley. In another, he was getting into the same black car that had crashed into Abbas’s vehicle.
We’ve tracked his movements, the detective explained. He arrived in Dubai three days before your wedding. He checked into a hotel under a fake name and started following both you and Abbas.
But here’s where it gets interesting. The detective pointed to a transcript of a phone call. This is an intercepted conversation between Mike and an unidentified man.
They’re discussing a job, and they specifically mention the date of your wedding. Emily felt the world fade around her. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, forming a picture that was both clear and terrifying.
Mike hadn’t just followed her to Dubai, he had actively plotted to destroy her happiness. But why? Emily whispered, more to herself than to the detective. How could he go this far? The detective looked at her with a mix of compassion and concern.
Love and hate are two sides of the same coin, ma’am. Sometimes, when love twists, it becomes something far darker and more dangerous. As Emily processed this information, the detective continued to reveal more details.
There was circumstantial evidence tying Mike to the rental of the black car, witnesses who had seen him lurking near the scene of the crash, and even footage from a security camera that captured a similar vehicle speeding away just moments after the impact. Each new piece of information felt like a dagger to Emily’s heart. The idea that someone she had once loved could be capable of such cruelty was almost unbearable.
But at the same time, she felt a fierce determination growing inside her. Now that she knew the truth, she wouldn’t rest until justice was served. What do we do now? she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though underlined with steel.
The detective looked at her seriously. We have enough evidence to take this to the authorities, but I have to warn you, Ms. Emily, once we start this process, there’s no turning back. Your life could be in danger.
Emily closed her eyes for a moment, remembering Abbas’s smile, the sparkle in his eyes when he proposed, the warmth of his embrace. When she opened them again, they were filled with unshakable resolve. I don’t care about the danger, she said firmly.
Abbas deserves justice, and I won’t stop until he gets it. The detective nodded in approval. Very well.
Here’s what we’re going to do. The next few hours were a whirlwind of activity. Emily and the detective met with Dubai authorities presenting the evidence they had gathered…
