The Hidden Camera Captured Everything

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gripping the cold metal of the knob. I took a deep breath, steeling myself

clinging to his arm, was Britni. Her eyes were red-rimmed and unfocused, her hair slightly mussed, but

ni had a bit too much champagne celebrating tonight. She's in no state to go home alone.

're so good at making... you know... that hangover soup. Could you... could you make some for poor little me?

e of the rumors swirling about her. You should be more understanding." He spoke as if I was t

y a white-hot rage. Here. He brought her here. To our home

hen rising with a chilling clarity. "You brought your... friend... to our

d a rough night. Show some compassion." He pushed the bag of ice

ble. This was it. The absolute, undeniable end. The betra

e in her life, all her 'friends' and 'colleagues' and 'campaign staff,' there isn't a single one who could take her home?

ulous, Aurelia. She's upset. And y

You expect me to make soup for your mistress, in my own home,

us. "She is not my mistress!

n leaning against the wall, suddenly threw herself backward, letting out a theatrical cry.

hed to her side, dropping to his knees. "

alevolent glare. "She... she pushed me!" she cried, her voice surp

ning with a cold, righteous fury, locked

t hammering against my ribs. This was it. The frame. The a

time, I w

white envelope. I held it out to him, my hand st

, cutting through his rage. "Then you and your... aide... can

ow dramatically clutching her ankle. His face was a mask of confusion

the top-sheet. His name, Aurelia Reese vs. Chandler Roberson, Petition

," I said, my voice devoid

ithout reading a single line, he scrawled his signature across the document. "There! Happy now? Y

ly thought this was another one of my "dramatic gestures," s

So utterly, ir