Winston's POV There, in glorious high definition print, was not just a photograph but a full-blown portrait of Eleanor straddling her boy toy, Christian Alexander, in a hotel bed. Her hair was wild, her lips swollen, and his hand was gripping her thigh with a grin on his face. Eleanor let out a strangled noise and tried to cover the portrait but the maid had taken the velvet far away. “Winston! How could you—”“Oh,” I said, sipping my orange juice with a smile. “Where are your manners, Eleanor? You’re always telling others not to interrupt during announcements.”Then I raised my hands, “I'm not finished with the announcement yet." Mouths hung open and I could hear some of the maids murmur among themselves. “Oh my goodness, she's been cheating on Mr. Wolfe.” “She has a sugar boy!" Another murmured, “Can’t believe this.”Sansa covered her mouth in shock and Augustine leaned forward like it was the best entertainment of his life.“Consider this my announcement,” I continued calmly.
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