Chapter 13 Welcome Home, My Dear Husband
- Alexander pov
- “Were you able to keep this out of the press?” I asked, taking a drag of my cigarette as my eyes skimmed through the tablet in my hand.
- The contents of what I was seeing were disappointing, to say the least. My patience was wearing thin, and I was this close to throwing the tablet away, but I held it in—held every ounce of anger bubbling inside me and narrowed my eyes.