His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

Chapter 15

Calvert's voice cut through the tension like a knife as he leaned casually against the doorway. "Well, well, Mr. Colon. Didn't peg you for the type to get this… reckless in broad daylight."

Magnus's expression darkened at the sound of his voice. He shoved Sabrina off his lap and shot Calvert a glare sharp enough to draw blood.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just playing delivery boy," Calvert said with a smirk, sauntering into the office like he owned it. "Caught the news about your wife. Gotta admit, Mr. Colon, I underestimated you. You're way more entertaining than I thought."

Magnus's fists clenched. "Spit it out. What do you want?"

"Told you—just dropping off a little present." Calvert tossed a sealed folder onto the desk, sliding it toward Magnus with deliberate ease. His gaze flicked to Sabrina, lingering just long enough for a knowing smirk to curl at the corner of his mouth.

"Anyway, my job's done," he said, turning on his heel. "The old man sent me, so consider my hands clean. Honestly, if it weren't for family history, I wouldn't touch this mess with a ten-foot pole."

With that, he strolled out, leaving behind a silence so thick it was suffocating.

Magnus stared at the envelope, jaw tight. Whatever was inside, it wasn't good. But before he could reach for it, an email notification flashed on his screen—Chelsea's name glaring back at him. His pulse spiked. Ignoring the folder, he clicked it open.

Attachments loaded—photos, videos. His stomach dropped.

Sabrina.

"No… this isn't real," Sabrina choked out, face draining of color. She hadn't expected her past to come back like this—certainly not from Chelsea.

"Magnus, please!" She lunged for his hand, pressing it against her chest. "This is all Chelsea's doing! She's jealous—she wants to ruin us!" Her voice cracked with desperation. "I love you. I'd never betray you. Never."

She tried to kiss him, but he turned his face away.

"You're saying Chelsea set this up?" His voice was flat, but something didn't add up. Chelsea had her flaws, but she wasn't the type to play dirty.

"Of course she did!" Sabrina clung to him, arms winding around his neck. "She can't stand that you care about me. She's trying to tear us apart!"

Magnus exhaled sharply. "I need space. Get out."

"Magnus—"

"Now."

The room went dead silent. Sabrina recoiled, lips trembling. "Fine," she muttered. "But call me if you need me."

As she turned to leave, her elbow knocked the folder off the desk. It hit the floor, spilling its contents—a voice recorder clattering against the hardwood.

The second the recording played, Magnus's heart stopped.

He knew Sabrina's voice. The other man's? A stranger.

But the words—

They seared into him, branding his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he'd never unhear them. Not for the rest of his life.