His Secret Mistress, Her Public Shame

Cox

ained For." It was dashcam footage, but it was choppy, maliciously edited. It showed a grainy figure-Gordon-stepping of

what the internet

him a parasite, a drain on society. They said he got what he deserved. Every comm

tilde Buckley, Gordon' s

no-nonsense energy, was choked with tears. "They' re calling

underous mask of grief and rage. She held her tablet out

my living room like a caged lioness. "He' s a law

. I hadn't told her. I hadn't told anyone about Jonathan' s role

abbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong for a woman in her late

de muttered curses under her breath, her knuckles white on the ste

path. "Mr. Charles is in a very important me

s his wife," she announced, her voice booming through the

assistant and threw open the do

here

around Dallas Galloway. He was murmuring something into her hair, and she was cr

tesquely domestic it

. She surged forward and slapped Dallas across the fac

urple with rage. "You' re the one? Th

her eyes wide with terror. "Jonny!" she

e grabbed his aunt' s arms, his face a mask of cold fu

ip. "Have you no shame? Your father is dead, and you' re comforting his ki

off the glass walls. "My business! It has nothing to do wi

uggling, her body going slack in his grasp. The fight went out

lled her arms free, smoothed down her jacket, and looked at him as if he were something s

rd and walked out of the offi

snapped to me. I hadn'

a finger at me. "You did t

s burning with hatred. Dallas

e. "And I will enjoy tearing you apart on the stand. I' ll make sure

f the man I once loved, and felt n

the question genuine. "Wh

mous whisper. "Because you slapped me. An

oyed his family, his honor, his soul, and he t

alone with the killer he was so determine