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Emmy gave a quick summary, and I cursed. Eventually, Emmy said, “You need to watch the video yourself and thendetermine if Abby should see it. But she needs to know what her ex did, Rafe. Everyone will soon be talking about it.”

Because even if soccer wasn’t as popular in the US as other sports, CGN had hundreds of millions of followers across all social media platforms. Abby’s pain would spread like wildfire.

I gripped my phone tighter. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Abby’s voice came from behind me. “Kill who?”

“I’ll call you back later, Emmy.”

I pressed End, took a breath, and then stood to face Abby. “If there’s anything you want to buy, get it first and then we’ll talk in the car.”

She frowned. “Okay, now I’m worried.”

“I know, but I’ll tell you everything once we’re alone.”

“I already had them ring it up. You just need to pay and we can go.”

I went through the motions, trying my best to be polite and nice. The store manager had done me a huge favor—even if it’d been for free tickets—and I didn’t want to take out my anger on a near-stranger.

By the time we both slid into the rear of the SUV and the window partition between the front and back was up, I was clenching my fingers so hard that my nails might draw blood.

“Rafe? You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, I scanned her face. I hated the confusion in her eyes and the fact her expression was going to get worse. A lot worse.

Still, I couldn’t keep this from her, nor would I watch and decide if she could handle it. The world was probably already talking about Abby, and she needed to prepare herself for what was to come.

“Emmy called to let me know that your ex gave an interview. And not just any interview, but one to Celeb Gossip and News.”

Her face paled. “What?”

“I only know the basics but haven’t watched it yet.”

I tried to take her hand, but she swatted me away. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “I need to see it.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if she was sure. And yet, no matter how much I wanted to protect her from this, I couldn’t.

However, even without knowing what that asshole had said, Travis Doucey was a dead man.

“Rafe, please. I-I can’t set it up myself. Let’s watch it and then you can close it right away so I don’t see the comments.”

Fuck.I hated this. The internet could be hateful and downright mean. I’d learned to brush trolls aside out of self-preservation, but Abby hadn’t.

And the only reason she had to endure any of this was because she was my wife. I didn’t have proof, but I was pretty fucking sure it was my fault, given what my sister had told me.

Still, as Abby hugged herself and opened her mouth to ask again, I pulled myself together. “Just a second, love. I’ll get it going.”

I pulled up their channel, found the video—which already had two million views—and hit Play.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Abby

While I normally didn’t like shopping because of my height, there was something about going to stores where they would alter anything to flatter you that was nice. Oh, I still wouldn’t spend this much money on my own. Ever. But to help Rafe’s image, I’d given in and enjoyed being pampered.

However, after I exited the dressing room area and headed Rafe’s way, I overhead him say, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

As Rafe explained what was going on, my stomach dropped the second I heard the name Celeb Gossip and News. They could be vicious when it came to sharing highly personal stuff about celebs, their families, and spouses. They’d been sued more times than I could count. However, since they were located in some small country with few laws regarding slander or libel, they kept getting away with it.

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