Michael.
“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?” My father yelled, his voice resounding across the room like thunder. He was a man who barely raised his voice even in the toughest situations. He remained calm, but this was different and beyond his control.
And the worst part of it all was that it had happened on his wedding day.
He pointed at the giant flat-screen- television mounted on his marble bedroom wall. On the screen, a reporter was announcing the scandal from Mr Bolton's wedding, beneath her was a bold headline that read:
“Michael, the only son of the CEO of the Bolton enterprise was just caught assaulting his fathers newly wedded wife at the family mansion.”
Immediately my throat went dry. That wasn’t true.
“What is this that I’m hearing on the news?” He as
