We didn't have to wait long to find out what Patricia's call had meant.By the next morning, a story had broken across three different outlets within an hour of each other, the timing too clean to be coincidental, too neatly stacked to be anything but planned. I saw the first headline on my phone before I'd even finished my coffee, and the words hit me like a slap before I fully understood the shape of them, before my brain had even caught up to what I was reading."Nina," Liam said, watching my face change as I scrolled.I couldn't answer right away. The article laid out, in careful, poisonous detail, an account of how Liam and I had begun our relationship while I was still married to Daniel, framed not as the complicated, painful thing it had actually been, but as something calculated. Deliberate. A pattern, the article suggested, of a woman who knew exactly how to make herself indispensable to powerful men, complete with a photo of me from some old company function I barely remembe
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