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Headline reads : Snow family not as pure as they seem. Infidelity Scandal.
A photo of Ian photoshopped with one of me and my father. The world knows. Our big bad secret is out and I feel my world collapsing, because of it.
"What is it? Do I need to call the lawyers?" Greg asks, but my brain doesn't seem to be processing the words. Instead I flip through and on every page is photographic evidence. Quoted passages. Stories no one would ever know. Ian's drug history, his stints in rehab and in jail. There's even correspondence with Duck, the small time drug dealer that Ian had dealings with.
I turn to Ian and his eyes go wide. "What happened? I didn't do anything." He spits out before I can even ask him. I can't force myself to talk instead I just lift up the paper to show him the front page.
"No! I didn't! Percy, I swear on my fucking life I didn't!" He panics and reaches out for the paper. "What the fuck! I would never fucking do this to you!"
I look down and he grabs my arms. His hands are shaking and when I look back up I see tears in his eyes. I'm numb to them. "Please, Percy. You have to believe me. Please!"
"I believe you." I mutter out.
"Shit ..." Greg finally sees the paper taking it from Ian's hands.
"You do? I mean thank you." Ian drops his hands and takes in a few deep breaths. I'm sure he had thought he was about to lose the last of his family.
My reputation is hanging by a thread and my family's legacy is in tatters, but right now none of that matters. None of it hurts as much as knowing I'd been betrayed and made out to be a fucking fool.
"If Ian didn't do this, who else. I don't even have all this information." Greg's eyebrows furrow in as he flips through the pages.
My heart squeezes as I admit what I don't want to be true. "Ella."
The air is sucked out of the room and the both of them stare at me dumbfounded. Neither one of them is telling me I'm wrong. She's the only one I’d let in like this. The only one who had enough information to pull this off. The only one I fucking loved.
She had chosen fame and her career over me.
What we had meant nothing to her. I'd been wrong all along. This is what I get for letting people in. My life and my heart broken to pieces with nothing to show for it besides a story in the fucking tabloids.
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After spendingsome time with Percy earlier I made my decision about my article. I would publish it. The world needed to know the truth. It might bring me trouble later on but I need to stay true to who I am and what I know is the right thing to do. I also didn't bother to publish with the Nova Tribune. The great thing about getting an exclusive on one of the most sought after media tycoons is everyone is willing to pay good money to get a piece of it. Thanks to my article my bank account is looking a few figures better.
I want to do something special for Percy. Something to show him that I care and that even though the article is over I still want to continue with what we had. I want him to know that I'm in love with him. I know his world is not my own but I'd rather be with him in is world than without him in mine.
Maybe a nice watch or some cufflinks? I have some extra money now. I can afford it.
I've been calling him all day but I haven't gotten a response. I'm sure he's probably in a meeting with Greg or even Ian. He told me this morning that his brother was coming in to discuss the possibility of them opening a restaurant together. I'm so happy that Percy is finally taking more of an interest in his brother. Ian hasn't done anything to that family but be born. Since then they have been pushing him away.
I went with Carrie and we scoured the mall for the perfect gift for Percy and the best outfit for me. The price tag alone for the dress is over four hundred dollars. It is a knee length blue and silver dress. The back is a blend of intricate lace and fringe. The dress is cut in a corset like pattern without sucking in all the problem areas without actually having any bones in the dress. I thought I was going to have a heart attack but apparently Carrie thinks this is one of those dresses that will be used for years to come. I hope so because I don't intend on buying another one any time soon.
By eight at night I start on my way to see Percy. I haven't heard from him all day which is already weird. He's usually so attentive through out the day. Mostly because he's a control freak who needs to know where I am.
We're supposed to be going out for a romantic dinner tonight and we'd made plans this morning for me to meet him at his house. I'm sure that's because he wants me to spend the night.
When I get to his place, I'm surprised by how dreary it looks. "Percy? Are you home?" I call out and no one answers. This is creepy as hell. The lights are off and I don't have the slightest idea where Percy is. Any other day he'd be right here to greet me as I walked in but today he's no where to be seen.
"Percy?" My voice bounces off the walls right back to me. No one answers me. Every red flag I own goes up in my head. What if someone broke in and is waiting to kill me? Or worse what if someone has already hurt Percy?
"Percy! Don't play around. Answer me." My voice booms through the open space. My feet barely carry me in the direction of the bedroom but as I turn the corner light illuminates through the crack at the bottom of the bedroom door.
"Oh for christs sakes!" Grabbing the door handle, I wrench it open and storm inside, "Didn't you hear me calling you? I was having a damn panic attack out there." I say as I huff out a breath through my nose and glare at him. He doesn't look up. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence. Instead he reaches out and grabs his cup, pressing it to his lips. The dark brown liquid's aroma fills the room and tickles my nose. Whiskey.
"What are you doing here?" He asks. His cold voice jarring me from my thoughts.
"What? We were supposed to go out tonight. Did you forget?" Taking another step forward, I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to explain just what he's talking about. The red flags that went up in my mind earlier are still waving furiously in my subconscious.
