Chapter 191

Madison

I waited until I was home, comfortably seated on my couch with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, to text Hazel about the article. The soft cushions beneath me provided a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in my mind.

Me: I talked to Alexander about that article. It’s an old photo from months ago. There’s nothing to worry about.

Her response was immediate, like she’d been hovering over her phone waiting.

Hazel: Are you SURE? Men lie, Madison. Especially rich playboys with a different model on their arm every month.

Me: He explained everything. The photo is from a business dinner before we started dating.

Hazel: And you believe him? Just like that?

I took a sip of coffee, considering my response. Did I believe him? The way he’d handled Wilson from PR certainly suggested he was genuinely upset about the article.

Me: Yes, I believe him. He was pretty angry