Alistair gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove home, his mind racing.
He had seen the news, the pictures, and the headlines. Riley and Senator William Reed.
He had been bombarded with calls and messages, some from concerned colleagues, others from his manager, and—predictably—from Isabel.
But even through the chaos, one thought remained clear in his mind:
Riley isn’t cheating on me.
He knew her. He knew her heart.
But he still needed answers.
And he needed them now.
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When Alistair pulled into his driveway, his eyes narrowed at the sight of multiple black SUVs parked outside.
Men in suits stood around the entrance, clearly security personnel.
“What the hell is happening?” he muttered under his breath.
Before he could even step out of his car, a familiar voice rang ou
