Brad’s POV

I had only been away for a few weeks, and a lot had happened. A quick absence to monitor the business abroad, yet in that period, the walls I built had cracked open, exposing truths that’d be better untold. 

My insides burned with fury when I remembered the look on people’s faces when such hideous secrets about Zane were published, and the dirty pictures of that ex-wife of his. My nails dug into the wooden desk as I gripped it with so much strength, staring at the city skyline ...