He'd only wanted to see if she'd feel bad for him mistakenly believing he'd been in bed with another man.
Eleanor threw the photo straight at his face and walked into the building.
The tears didn't come until she was inside.
By the time she got home, the chaos in her chest had settled into something quieter.
The photographer had done this for money, that much was clear.
She'd already paid fifty million to keep the original quiet. Logically, releasing it now would kill his own business model no one paid a blackmailer who leaked anyway.
But not releasing it didn't mean not keeping a copy.
She thought it through and finally dialed.
"Chu?"
A man's voice answered, pleasant, clear as running water.
When she didn't respond right away, he changed tone. "Eleanor what's wrong?"
She laid o
