Fallon
I woke up to war.
My phone was vibrating off the nightstand, the screen lighting up with notifications so fast I could barely process them. I grabbed it, groggy, scrolling through an endless flood of texts, missed calls, and push alerts.
And then I saw it.
“Billionaire Reid Callahan Spotted on an Intimate Dinner Date—Where Was His Wife?”
My stomach dropped.
The article was everywhere. Attached were pictures—Reid at a sleek, exclusive restaurant, seated across from a woman I didn’t recognize. She was gorgeous. Brunette, sophisticated, leaning in just close enough to make the photos look damning.
The kind of woman the press would love to call his real match.
I scrolled faster, my pulse hammering.
“Reid Callahan and mystery woman share a private dinner—sources say Fallon Calla
