Early the next morning, a chaotic commotion rose from downstairs.
I pulled back a corner of the curtain and looked down. The entrance to the apartment building was surrounded by reporters with cameras and mics.
They packed the entrance, along with quite a few passersby who had rushed over to watch the spectacle.
Before long, urgent, incessant knocking sounded.
I had no choice but to open the door.
The door had barely opened a c***k when a cluster of microphones was thrust right in front of me.
Flashes went off frantically, stinging my eyes until they ached, and a dull ache spread through my stomach.
Several reporters jostled at the front, firing questions at me.
"Miss Ford, when you and Mr. Mercer started your business together, the public always assumed you were a couple. Now he h
