Days after Anya and Ethan's affair, Anya met with Dalton in a secluded location, a clandestine rendezvous that had become a regular part of their scheme. As they sat across from each other, a sense of satisfaction washed over Dalton. His plan was unfolding perfectly.
"How's Ethan?" Dalton asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"He's hooked," Anya replied, her voice laced with triumph. "He's completely under my spell."
Dalton leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Excellent work. Remember, the goal is to destroy their relationship, to break them apart."
"I know," Anya assured him. "I'm working on it. I'm planting seeds of doubt, making him question everything. Soon, he'll be completely disillusioned with Mia."
Dalton nodded, his gaze fixed on Anya. "But we need more than that," he said. "We need proof. Something concrete. Something that will shatter their relationship beyond repair."
Anya understood the implication. "I know what you want," she replied, a sinister smile spreading across her face. "I'll take care of it."
With a final nod, they parted ways, each with their own sinister plans. As Anya walked away, she thought about the next step. She needed to capture a moment, a compromising moment, that would seal Mia and Ethan's fate.