Chapter 60

"Don't tell me you haven't seen it? What have you been up to since last night? I don't know you to be this out of depths. Some french fucker gave an expose about how he fucked Kathryn and you guys were separated before her death. He's made it into some kind of romantic crap about finding true love and some shit I couldn't bother reading through. He had intimate paintings of her and is trying to sell it at a crazy price."

A thrumming goes off in my head. A dull ache thudding behind my eyes. Fuck. I go silent and all I can hear is Chris's breathing over the phone.

"You really didn't know? What the fuck? It is all over the news. Though you look like an angel because here is a guy who buried his ex wife and took responsibility for his stepdaughter even though she hurt him. I mean, not to talk bad of the dead but everyone is calling Kathryn a bitch." Chris says, his surprise mirroring mine at the fact that Arthur fucking Beau played me.

He was never going to not talk about his