Shattered Dreams: When Love Becomes a Nightmare

I hired a private investigator called Stephen Kemp online. With the wave of layoffs, there were plenty of people offering their services to make ends meet.

We didn't need to meet in person. We communicated over a chat app, and I gave him the names, addresses, and the situation.

To my surprise, Stephen replied: [Don't worry, bro. I've got this.]

[What do you mean?] I was curious about it.

[This line of work has been keeping me afloat all year. What do you think?]

He was so confident that he even reassured me, saying, [It's not a big deal. This is life.]

I was speechless. It wasn't like this was anything to be proud of. [Like I said, start by finding out who the guy is, and then track their movements together.]

I racked my brain trying to remember who that guy could be, but I couldn't. So, I sent the photo I had taken to the investigator and let him handle it.

He worked fast. Within two days, he had dug up the man's background.