Carlos's life had always been a tightly woven non-reversible complexity of scandals, and secrets. But nothing would have prepared him for the storm that was about to break.

The media, just like vultures sensing fresh prey, descended upon the news attached to his name voraciously in a way that left Carlos behaving in a violent disorderly manner.

It was as if they had been tipped off.

Their cameras were poised and their pens were ready, waiting for the moment Vivian stepped into that lounge that night.

And the kiss was unexpected.

To Carlos, it was a collision of lips, fueled by the alcohol he took. And the heated atmosphere of...