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I did not sleep very long, despite my extreme exhaustion. 

When I opened my eyes, Blaine was sitting on the bed, his back to me.

He must have felt me stirring awake, because he said, “Where did you get this video?”

I knew the exact video he was talking about. Just as I had suspected, there were still two influencers that were daring enough to publish it. “Kan gave it to me.”

He turned to me now, and I half expected him to be furious, but he was not. 

He lay on the bed, propping his chest up with his elbows on the bed.

“Do you remember the day he recorded this?”

“After the police raid,” I said, without jogging my memory. “The next day after the raid I told you about,” and I saw him trying to think. 

I knew what he was doing, because I did the same thing too, when I discovered Kan was cheating.

I tried to think about what exactly I was doing while he was with another woman. So I told him.

“Around the time you locked Summer and I in that elevator,” and his eyes widened as he turned to me. 

He was silent for a long time while I lay my head on the pillow.

I wanted to see how much chaos the video had caused, but I was too exhausted to, and maybe a little hesitant, because once I did, I would be stepping into a war mood, and I would be unable to be like this, like my true self, for a long time.

“Where is Olivia?” I asked suddenly, my heart breaking at the thought of her being all alone with that monster even though she was her mother.

“She is downstairs,” Blaine said absentmindedly, his thoughts still far away, and I gasped, already sitting up.

Ophelia would definitely go crazy looking for her daughter now that I exposed her.

But Blaine’s arm was around me again, pushing me back to bed. “Relax,” He said, his full attention back on me again. “We are safe. Even the National leader cannot get in here.”

I sighed in relief as I settled back on bed. 

I should have seen Oliver already, but I felt ashamed. Too ashamed to face him. 

I failed him yesterday. I should have put my foot down firmly and not let others' opinions sway my judgment. 

There was absolutely no reason for him to have gone through all that if only I insisted he ride with us.

And his hair. 

My father had assured me he would get that dye out, and I hoped he did. Because I would hate it for something so toxic to stay on his head or having to shave the whole thing off because I had failed to care for him.

“Come back to me.” I heard Blaine say gently as he kissed my cheek, and I smiled and turned to look at him. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oliver,” I said, “There was no need for him to have gone through that if I was a better mum.” I said, as a tear slipped down my eyes.

“Heeey.” he cooed quietly, and brought me close, hugging me and leaning his face on my neck. “It’s not your fault. How could you have known?”

“I knew. I had this feeling, but they kept downplaying my fears.”

“I do that too sometimes.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

Although he clearly did not understand my thought process many times, he often gave me freedom to do my thing. 

He finally let me go when I settled down.

And as I pulled away from him, I saw something was wrong.

“What is it, Blaine?” I said, leaning my head back on the pillow. He leaned close and pecked my lips.

“Ophelia is not the only one trending, baby.” He said, and I frowned at him. 

“We are too,” he said.

My eyes widened. 

How the hell did anyone find out about us so quickly? Besides my father and the babies, there were only those Irish nannies who did not hear a lick of Japanese.

I stared around. Were there hidden cameras here then? 

“Blaine, why did you not tell me earlier?”

He was squinting at my reaction now. “You, Sullivan and I are trending because of all the ruckus last night.”

“Oh,” I said, relaxing back.

Well, I had a little suspicion that that would happen, but hoped it didn’t.

“The scene you both made yesterday.” I frowned at him now, even though I knew it was not his fault and that Kan was insufferable.

My heart still aches when I think of Kan. 

How could he do that to me? 

But somehow I did not feel anger towards him, could not, because even now I felt a little sorry for him, knowing his whole traumatic history.

He must be feeling so alone now that Oliver and I were gone. 

I shook my head. He had his bloody mistress to keep him company. 

I turned to take my phone, but Blaine held my hand back. “Give it time.”

“What?” I stared at him, “Is it that bad, what are they saying about me?”

“It’s mostly fan girling, but I am not sure how you would like it.”

“What?”

“You have two of the most powerful men in the country under some hypnosis,” he said, chuckling now.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. Your people don’t take well to married women cheating.”

“That’s why I said not to look,” he said, “but only a toxic few are of that opinion. The others know you never cheated on either of us.”

I sneered, “And what do you call this?”

“Loving baby,” He was getting on top of me to kiss my neck,” 

“Get off me,” I said, laughing. “I am still legally married.”

“Only because Sullivan would not sign those papers.”

“Does not matter in the eyes of the law. I am still a cheat,” I said, giggling as he got off me. 

He propped his head up on his fist, smiling at me. 

I stood up, because that was enough fucking for one day, and winced as my legs touched the floor.

He had been right. I really will be sore for days. 

“Say it.” He said behind me.

“What? That you are a brute?” 

He was out of his mind if he thought I would be moaning his name everywhere I went over the next couple of days.