Celeste's POV.
I adjusted my glasses as my eyes scanned through my bedroom computer while I waited nervously for it to boot.
The scandal had died down, but the trauma stayed inside of me; memories of everything unpleasant flooded me every second. I had hired private investigators.
I knew someone was behind the scandal, but I didn't know who.
I stared at the flash drive my investigator handed over to me earlier in the office. He said it was sensitive information, exactly what I was looking for.
"Go through it when you are alone," he had said. "And I think you should be with your husband at all times, at least till everything goes away."
My stomach twisted. He didn't even know we weren't living together.
"And why do you think so?"
I had asked while trying to make sure the sudden cr
