{Williams’ Mansion}

Thalia sat in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with tired, swollen eyes. In her trembling hands was an envelope, an official press conference invitation. They wanted her to speak up about everything that had been circulating online. Since she’d refused to respond to their endless emails, they had resorted to sending a letter.

She sighed bitterly.

“That’s why I never wanted any of my relationships to be public,” she thought.

Her gaze remained fixed on the letter as her vision blurred with tears. How was she supposed to face the world and explain that Franklin wasn’t the father of her children when he's...