Betrayal's Echo: A Husband's Resolve
contrast to the celebratory mood. People turned to look at me, their expre
uy?" someone w
crazy fan. Get
herself, her face becoming a mask of confusion and pity. Jake Peterson stepped forward
into the microphone. "You're disrupting a private e
the innocent man defending his family from a m
at him. My eyes wer
e getting louder. "What are you doing? Who
my legs, her small hands clutching my pants. The
ectly. There was no recognition i
with false sympathy. "You're clearly confused. Security, pl
ture of a threatened family. The crowd gasped, th
m out o
Bringing a kid i
ving to deal with
ng. She had not just disowned me; she had erased me. In front of the world,
econd, the mask slipped. I saw the cold, calculating woman I was just beginning to und
cla
public dispute or scandal caused by either party, the other would be entitled to a massive financial settlement. She was trying to
ulled it out. A text from an unsa
lay along. You know what the agreement says. Don't make a scene and
she was using my company' s resources, my money, to fund this charade, all while holding a legal knife to m
smiling at the crowd, accepting their sympathy, while Jake stood
ed my lips. It was q
it later?
o
had made her choice. She had chosen fame over family, a lie ov
line that could
closer. The crowd was jeering. But I was no l
reso
give her a war. I would burn
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