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Henry's eyes widened from shock. “What are you doing with my phone, Amelia?”

“When did you start hiding stuff from me?” I blurted out. Henry automatically knew I was referring to the blackmail he was being subjected to.

“I planned to tell you,” he confessed.

“When?" I asked. "Is it when it gets to the news?"

“No.” Henry looked away.

“I was going to tell you when I had figured it out.”

“I'm your wife, and we are supposed to figure it out together,” I cried.

“I’m sorry,” Henry managed. “I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

I sighed, motioning to take his phone from me. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to check your phone. You became silent after picking up that call during dinner. I was curious to know who got you moody.”

"It's okay. I didn't want to bother you with it," Henry promised, "and no more secrets."

My mind raced as I thought about how wild the press can go if such news got out. Plus, I wondered what heavy secret this man had as leverage on Henry. Whatever Henry was being blackmailed for, I could only hope it wouldn’t affect our marriage, but I had my doubts.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” Henry slid his hand into my hair. “Not before this!” He took my lips, and I slowly felt my anger drain.

Chapter thirteen

The Journalist’s Saga

Henry

“I don't forgive you just because you kissed me,” she mumbled into my mouth, breaking the kiss at intervals.

“You will, baby. Now, stop talking and kiss me.”

I wanted her so much; and judging from the fact that she had been angry with me after checking my phone, things got even more intense between us. I forgot the raging words of the malicious journalist and was focused on making Amelia happy. She strained from kissing me. I stopped, realizing she might still be over her head about the journalist.

“Hey, you're upset,” I said, holding her by the waist and searching her eyes even when she looked away.

Amelia sighed, “Upset doesn't begin to cut what I feel right now.”

She had the right to be upset because now that we are married, whatever happened to me also affected her. Amelia's sharp breath inhalation told me that she was not just angry and scared of what might come; she was afraid about what this secret would do to our marriage.

Amelia slipped away from my grip. She sat up on the bed. I walked to the room's door to pace around the bedroom.

“I'm sorry.” I walked back to her and tried to take her hand, but she wouldn't let me.

“No, Henry, no. I don't accept your apology.” She looked at me. I saw tears glistening in the corner of her eyes.

“Why do you have to pay this person?” I could see that she feared that I had done what I was accused of.

I took a sharp breath. "Can we get back home before discussing it? I don't want to ruin our vacation."

Amelia looked at me in disbelief. “Do you not see it? The vacation was ruined the moment you picked up that secret call.”

Amelia was right. My head hadn't been in the right place since that journalist had called my line. I wished I could let the story blow out. She continued to say, “You have to tell me, Henry?”

I snatched away from her. “Amelia, this won't affect your family's enterprise. My family and I know how to deal with it.”

The words had slipped out of my mouth before I realized it was the worst thing to tell my wife in this situation. Amelia raised her eyebrows, quite surprised that I thought of her that way; and more surprised I even voiced it out to her.

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