"Fund the news channels. Make sure the pictures stay in the first position. Make it a billboard if you have to."
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"Where have you been Ariana Cole?"
Charles Cole's silhouette played in the darkness, the tabletop lamp casting a shadow over his handsome face.
Ariana's hazy eyes blinked in confusion as she rolled the wheels of her wheelchair deeper into the room, nauseated by the pungent stench of liquor that lingered heavily in the air.
She glanced at Charles who sat on the dining chair and spotted several empty bottles of rum next to him.
His head was hung low and he rubbed his temple in frustration severally, he was far wasted.
"President Cole, I believe that doesn't concern you." Ariana spoke in a clear, unwavering tone.
Charles chuckled hysterically like a madman staggering from the table to stand before his formerly docile wife.
"You've been out with him, haven't you?"
