Mr president's little wife.

ed one of my guards to look into her background, the truth hit me like a punch to the gut. Sarah wasn't their real daughter. She was just an adopted child. And worse, that meant all the

, and resented. And yet, here she was, caring about my well-being. I found myself moving before I even realized it. I stood up and walked toward her, pulling her close without thinking. It was wrong, I knew it. But in that moment, I didn't care. I needed something, something to calm the storm inside me, and the only person who was here... was her. She stiffened in my arms, her body tense as she tried to pull away. But I wasn't ready to let go. I needed this-just for a moment. "Just five minutes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, my grip tightening slightly. "Please." For a long moment, she didn't move, and I could feel her resistance melting, just slightly. Slowly, she stopped struggling. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice barely audible, as if she was afraid of disturbing the fragile peace between us. I didn't say anything. I just nodded, pulling away from the hug reluctantly. "I'll leave now," she said, her voice soft as she stepped back, but then she froze. Her eyes widened as she noticed something on the wall. I turned to look, realizing she had seen the blood. "Are you injured?" she asked, her voice full of concern as she reached out, her hand trembling slightly. She was scanning me, probably trying to find the source of the blood. I quickly moved to hide my hand behind my back, but she was faster. With surprising strength, she grabbed my wrist, pulling it in front of her. She gasped as she saw the blood covering my knuckles. "Andrew... you're hurt," she said, her voice laced with shock and worry. I could feel her gaze on me, intense and focused, as if she was searching for answers. The concern in her eyes was unexpected, and for a brief moment, I felt exposed. "I'm fine," I muttered, pulling my hand away from hers. "It's nothing." But Sarah didn't look convinced. She stepped closer, her brow furrowed with worry. "Let me help