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but it does hurt my wife and this is completely unacceptable. I want to know who these sources are. I don’t care that they're confidential! I want to know now.

You can find out anything with the right amount of money, so make it happen.” He finally slams the phone down after a resentful, “Good night.”

“She’s saying you hit her?” I ask in disbelief as soon as he hangs up.

“No,” he says and hesitates, taking a deep breath before continuing. “There’s been an article posted online saying that I hit you. PR is sending me a picture and the article now.” He looks at the bruise above my eye. “But I’m sure they must be referring to the bruise you got when you slipped in the shower.” I gasp and move my hand to my mouth.

“Are you serious?” I move closer to him, scooting on my knees. “That’s crazy. You would never hit me.” His phone beeps.

He looks down and sneers, “Fucking paparazzi.” He passes me the phone. It’s a picture of me from yesterday, heading up the stairs of his office building. I look so withdrawn, and he looks pissed.

“That’s not fair, you didn’t do anything.” My heart climbs into my throat. I have to make this better. I need to support him and not let them demonize him. “I’ll tell them I slipped and fell.” Thomas’ grave expression lightens, and he chuckles. I'm puzzled as I ask, “What’s so funny?”

“I don’t think that telling anyone you slipped and fell is actually going to make matters any better.” Oh good God. A grin spreads across my face and I shake my head. He's right, that sounds terrible.

“I guess not.” A moment passes and then I finally ask, “What can I do to make this better?” He takes me by the