(Willa’s POV)The previous nightI listened intently as Alex finished telling me the real reason behind John and Sybil’s marriage. “So Grandpa thought that John should marry Sybil, just in case the photos ever turned up somewhere. If they were married, it wouldn’t be a scandal if photos of them in compromising positions were to appear.” He shrugged. “That’s all I know about this.”“What?” I was shocked. At the time, I had been hurt and confused when John randomly decided to break off our engagement and marry Sybil instead. Now it was a small consolation to know that it hadn’t even been his idea. This new information could make it much easier for me and Alex to go through with our plan.Alex glanced at me. “Did you really not know any of this? I’m fairly sure that your parents knew about it, but I guess they never told you?”I shook my head. My parents were in the same social circle as the Rutherfords, but I had no idea whether or not they were aware of these circumstances. “If they k
(Alex’s POV)I woke up extremely hungover. There was a bitter taste in my mouth, but I couldn’t tell if it was just from the hangover, or from the guilt that I felt after telling Willa all that I knew about the reasons behind Sybil and John’s marriage. I felt horrible about letting Willa know such harmful information, even though I knew that she clearly didn’t see it that way. All she wanted was for John to break up with Sybil and return to her, no matter how many lives had to be destroyed in order for her to achieve her goal. After our conversation last night, I was actually relieved when she had decided to leave. Okay, maybe that had been my fault. It was probably wrong of me to make a show out of ordering a drink in front of her, knowing that she had had to stop drinking during her pregnancy, but that got rid of her, didn’t it? Anyway, I wasn’t alone for long before a few random people showed up and sat at the bar with me, and we had a few drinks. I didn’t even know these peopl
(John’s POV)After a while, I could see that Sybil was starting to get a bit tipsy. Clearly unable to sit up straight, she leaned against me, sighing contentedly. Not that I minded, of course. I enjoyed having her so close to me. “I’m so happy, John. For the first time in years, everything is going well.” She grinned at me and took my hand.“Good, I’m glad.” I smiled at her.The evening was progressing nicely. I noticed that Sybil and I weren’t the only ones who were enjoying a moment of closeness. Emma and Mark were talking to each other, when all of a sudden, she threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. “You’re right,” she said, “that guy over by the window does look a lot like the opera singer from the movie!”Mark chuckled. “Think we should ask him to sing? Just to see if there are more similarities?”Emma laughed so much that she nearly choked on her drink. “Don’t you dare,” she said, sputtering, “I don’t want to lose a potential return customer!”“Okay, okay, I won’t” He g
(John’s POV)Sybil didn’t seem to mind me accompanying her to her apartment. In fact, she smiled at me gratefully when I helped her out of the car and put my arm around her to steady her as we walked into her building. She leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder.When we went into her apartment, she gave me a small smile. “Thanks for bringing me home, John. I think I had a tiny bit too much to drink.”“Just a bit,” I chuckled, “but it was no trouble at all. You know that I would do anything for you.”She looked at me with slight skepticism. “Would you?”“Of course I would.” I smiled and held her a bit tighter. “Why would you think otherwise?”She didn’t answer, but she didn’t try to get out of my grasp either. I could tell that she was softening toward me. It seemed lately like our conversations would usually end in an argument, and sometimes with her threatening yet again to divorce me, but she was behaving differently right now. Of course, it could have just been the fac
(Alex’s POV)I phoned Willa as soon as I stepped out of Darcy’s, looking behind me to make sure that nobody from our group was following me. I didn’t want Sybil to know what I was up to. “You were able to get the photographer to change his story? How did you manage that?”“Yes, it’s all taken care of,” she replied, “I had my private investigator track him down. It was fairly easy to find the guy, apparently. I was able to talk to him and persuade him to paint Sybil in a more negative light. Can we meet somewhere to talk about this? Somewhere where we wouldn’t run the risk of bumping into anyone we know?”“Sure,” I said, “where did you have in mind?”“We’re not going to a bar.” She sounded annoyed when she said this, which brought a grin to my face, remembering how pissed off she had seemed the night before when I’d ordered a drink in front of her. I stifled a laugh as I thought of the look on her face before she had left.”“Okay, fine.” I had just had enough to drink anyway, with Sybi
(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning, my head still spinning from both all the drinking I had done and the excitement of knowing that my story would soon be published. There was a sense of optimism that I still wasn’t quite used to, but I finally felt as though my life was heading in the right direction.I got out of bed and left the room to go and see John. He had promised me that he would spend the night on my sofa and be there when I woke up, and I had no reason to doubt that he would keep his promise.When I went into the living room, however, he wasn’t there. I wasn’t too concerned, because I knew that things came up sometimes, like an emergency meeting or some other reason for him to have to leave right away. If I was still asleep whenever he had to go somewhere, he was always careful not to wake me. He was considerate that way. Also, I knew that he would usually explain everything later, when he had time.I’d be lying, though, if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed t
(Sybil’s POV)I was extremely grateful that Emma had shown up when she did. I really didn’t want to deal with all of this on my own. Now that I knew, or at least suspected, that John had read the lies that were being spread about me and the reason for our marriage, I had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t believe me if I tried to explain that none of it was true. I didn’t know what I would do the next time I had to face him.After a while, I knew that I should get ready for my meeting with Jane. “Sorry to cut this short,” I said to Emma, “but I should get dressed and go see my lawyer.”“I can drive you, if you want.” She gave me a supportive smile.“Would you?” I looked at her. “That would be great. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to sit in on all the legal stuff. Believe me, there are times when I wish that I didn’t have to listen to all those complicated terms.”She laughed. “I completely understand that! I actually have a book in the car that I’m in the middle of reading. I’ll be able
(John’s POV)After signing the divorce papers, I just had to get out of that room. I’d had just about all I could take of Sybil sitting there pretending that she hadn’t paid that guy to take pictures of us. Just recently, she’d acted horrified when I told her about the indecent photos of us. She’d claimed not to know about any of that, and she was so convincing that I actually believed her and felt awful for telling her everything. I was such an idiot! How could I let myself be fooled like that?I couldn’t believe my eyes this morning when I woke up on her sofa and decided to check my phone to see what was going on in the world. I went on a news website, and there was one of the photos. At first, before I read the article, I was afraid that the photos had resurfaced for some reason, despite my family’s efforts to keep that from happening.I wasn’t really afraid for myself, because I was used to being in the spotlight for both negative and positive reasons. Because of who my family