The day began with the relentless buzzing of my phone, an unstoppable sounds of alerts and notifications that seemed to echo the chaos inside my head. The headlines were all the same, each one more salacious and damaging than the last. Stephanie's scandal had engulfed us completely, and the media's hunger for every grasping detail was insatiable.
I sat at the edge of our bed, my heart pounding as I scrolled through the articles. Each headline felt like a dagger, each photograph a painful reminder of the nightmare we were living. Alexander lay beside me, his face etched with exhaustion and worry. The strain of the past few weeks was evident in the lines that marred his handsome features.
"Stephanie won't stop until she's ruined us, Alexander," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We have to find a way to end this."
