Noah sat behind his home office desk, the news broadcast still playing muted on his screen. Jossy's statement about the alleged affair was polished, calm, the very image of a loyal wife. But he had seen the cracks on several instances. To anyone else, she might have sounded convincing, but to him, the allegations and her defence of Damien was a solid confirmation. He had been right all along. Something wasn't right.
Noah leaned back in his chair, exhaling hard. What now?
Two years ago, he made a promise to himself, and to Damien. Though he liked her first..loved her..He made a decision to stay away from Jossy and to respect their marriage. He promised he would not interfere. And though it hurt like hell, he kept his word. But Damien, Damien hadn't kept his. He had promised to love her, protect her, and honor her. Instead, he had dragged her into disgrace, and left her to shield him while he played the victim.
Noah's hand tightened around his pen. Part of him wanted to storm into Damien's office, slam him against the wall, and make him pay for hurting her. He was there that night, so he knew the truth. Damien was with those women. But what good would hurting him do? Jossy might be the one to pay the price.
Impulsiveness will only endanger her.
Noah closed his eyes for a moment, forcing the anger down. If he was going to help her, it had to be done carefully. Secretly. Strategically. He would start with Lennox. Her career.
Without giving it much thought, he picked up his phone and dialed. "Please come to my penthouse, right now".