“Ace. You need to sit down.”“I can’t,” Ace said, pacing the private lounge at the London airport. “I need to get back. Now.”Brian stood near the window, watching his friend unravel. He had traveled to London to see him when the whole news broke out. “The next flight leaves in thirty minutes. You’re already booked. There’s nothing more we can do until then.”Ace didn’t respond. He just stared at his phone. Another text sent. No reply.It was the seventeenth time he had tried to reach Emma since sunrise. Each call went to voicemail. His last message was simple:Emma, please answer. I can explain everything.He tried again:The photos are fake. Patricia set me up.Still nothing:I love you. Only you. Please believe me.Brian walked over. “You look like hell.”“I don’t care how I look,” Ace muttered. “I care about my wife.”Brian lowered his voice. “She’s not responding because she’s hurt. This... scandal is everywhere. Even the airport lounge has your face on the TV.”Ace’s eyes moved
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