At Sandra's home

James followed Sandra into her cluttered, single-bedroom rented house, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. The room was a chaotic mess, reminiscent of a college dorm, with clothes strewn across the floor and dishes piled high in the sink. Sandra gestured to a worn-out couch, urging him to sit as she bustled about, preparing two cups of coffee.

As she handed him a steaming mug, Sandra settled into an armchair across from him, her eyes sharp and probing. "So, James, why are you looking for Keren?"

James took a sip of the bitter coffee, his hands trembling slightly. "I need to talk to her," he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

Sandra's laughter cut through the air, harsh and mocking. "Talk to Keren? Ha...ha..."

Her laughter died away as she caught sight of his pained expression. "Is everything alright, James? You look so tense."

James's eyes filled with a mix of confusion and despair. "There are some complications with Nina that I need to discuss with Keren."

Sandra leaned back, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "You need Keren's help? Don't even think about it, or you'll end up divorcing Nina in the first week of your wedding."

James's voice was barely a whisper. "That's already happening!"

Sandra's eyes widened in shock. "What? How? You two just got married one day ago."

James's shoulders slumped as he recounted the events of the past day. "I don't know what happened to her. But after claiming her father's property yesterday, her behavior suddenly changed. She kicked me out and threatened me with divorce."

Sandra shook her head, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. "No way, Nina is not like that. She was never greedy."

James's voice grew more urgent. "That's why I want to talk to her step-mom. Maybe she can shed some light on what's happening."

Sandra's expression darkened. "She clearly can't help you. Keren is a gold-digger bitch, and she doesn't care about anyone but money."

James's desperation was palpable. "But at least I need to meet her. Where can I find her?"

Sandra hesitated for a moment before answering. "Last time I saw her was with Luke about a week ago."

James's brow furrowed. "Who is Luke?"

Sandra reached for her phone, scrolling through her photos. "He's a black market dealer. I've got his photo in here somewhere."

She handed James the phone, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the image of Keren and Luke together in a dimly lit bar. "This guy!"

Sandra's eyes narrowed. "What? You know him?"

James's mind raced as he tried to piece together the fragments of his shattered life. "This is the same guy I saw at our wedding reception. I saw him talking with Nina. Then, after that, Nina changed so much."

Sandra's expression hardened. "Then definitely Keren is behind the changes in Nina. She's always been manipulative and cruel."

James's resolve strengthened as he realized the depth of the conspiracy he was unraveling. He knew he had to confront Keren and uncover the truth, no matter the cost.