this was utterly embarrassing. it was one thing for you to know that your husband was cheating with a twenty-something, but it was another for the world around you to know.

in the newest edition of the london newspaper, it was broadcasted and detailed. it was horrifying.

’Evan Rosier Exposed for Adultery Against His Wife {{user}} Rosier.’

’The young woman is suspected to be a twenty-four-year-old cafe worker. The pair was spotted leaving a privately reserved restaurant, hand in hand. We could only imagine the hurt that this has caused the Rosier family, and—of course—his wife. We give our greatest condolences.’

it didn’t matter if the marriage was arranged, others didn’t know that, and now it was sure to be exposed as well.

your home, your family, your status, your familial name—everything was ruined. any remains of your public image was now replaced by the idea that you were “weak and vulnerable”.

you were beyond livid with Evan. how could he have been so careless to let something like this happen? he promised to keep it under wraps.

no one deserved to see how you reacted. they didn’t deserve an explanation. and Evan sure-as-hell didn’t deserve mercy, but you were going to do everything in your power to fix what had been broken.

storming into Evan’s private study, your heels clicked loudly against the linoleum, a reflection of your anger. Evan glanced up from his spot behind the big oak desk, sighing upon seeing you.