He stood there for a long time, eyes locked on the screen of Sheila's phone as the headlines continued to stare back at him, at them. The words, even though they weren't alive or animated, felt merciless and cold, even worse because it was painted across every news outlet, every blog and every gossip site. The words still rang in his head.
Fake engagement. Audio proof. Scandal. It felt like someone had punched him hard in the stomach, but he didn't show any of it. He knew she would be distressed too, and he needed to make her know he was in control.
"Sheila," he said with a barely steady voice. "We need to handle this right now."
She looked up at him, eyes red and her breath shaking. "Arthur, I'm sorry but I can’t-"
"Of course you can." His tone hardened as he stepped closer, tryin
