The bedroom door slammed against the wall with a heavy thud. Jossy who was taking an afternoon weekend nap shot upright in bed, heart racing, half-asleep, and disoriented. Sunlight poured through the curtains, but all she could focus on was Damien storming toward her with a sharp glare. What had she done this time?
He reached for her hand and grabbed it. "Get up! Now!" he barked. "We have to go out there and clear my name! We need to present a united front as a family!"
Jossy blinked at him, confused and trembling. "Damien, what are you talking about? Is everything OK?"
"Are you blind, or just lazying around sleeping and eating all day?" he shouted, fists clenching. "If you were reliable, you would have noticed that my face is everywhere! All over the news! Do you even realize what is happening?"
Her heart beat faster as she grabbed her phone. Hesitant, she opened Instagram and froze. Her stomach twisted. Damien's face dominated her feed. He stood at a corner of a dim room, surrounded by models and socialites. In one photo, he had his arm around a young woman's waist. In another, they were laughing while he held her hand. One image even suggested a kiss. Jossy held her breath.