Disgraced

When Fredrick arrived, he found Margaret sitting outside the coffee shop, her face drawn and her eyes red from crying. He rushed to her side, his concern evident.

"Margaret, what happened?" he asked, helping her into the car.

"The media," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They were waiting for me. They knew about us, about everything. And Lily... she saw it all."

Fredrick's expression darkened with anger. "Those vultures. I'm so sorry, Margaret. We'll figure this out."

He drove her back to his place, his mind racing with possible solutions. They needed to come up with a strategy to address the media, to control the narrative before it spiraled even further out of control.

As they walked into the apartment, Margaret felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She sank onto the couch, her mind still reeling from the events of the morning.

. "I need to talk to her, Fredrick. I need to make her understand."