Chapter 16

The scandal of the photos exploded. Not only was it late in the summer and there was little news for the media to publish, but I’d always known that a certain percentage of the public had been waiting for Niamh to screw up like this. 

I’d hoped that there would be more sympathy, but when Laurent showed me multiple news stories blaming Niamh for being topless on her honeymoon, I had to tell him to stop showing them to me.

As for Niamh, she’d begun to sleep in her bedroom again. When I’d knocked on her door the evening after the revelation, she’d refused to talk to me. I’d had to bribe Celia to get a note to my wife, as she wasn’t answering calls or texts, either.

I couldn’t sleep. I’d gotten used to Niamh sleeping beside me, the way she hogged the bedcovers, or how she tended to sprawl across the bed and take up more than three-quarters of it. I’d often end up sleeping on the edge of the mattress. But I hadn’t minded, because she’d been in bed with me, and any discomfort was wor