Charlotte burst through the front door into Antonio's home, the newspaper clutched in her hand like a weapon. "Antonio!" she called out, her voice echoing through the hallway.

Aaron emerged from the living room, a calm expression on his face. "Charlotte, what's going on? Why do you look so terrible?"

Charlotte's eyes blazed with urgency, her eyes searching round the room not caring to give an explanation to Aaron on why she looked unkempt, "Where's Antonio? I need to talk to him, now!"

Aaron's gaze never wavered. "He's aware of the media speculation, Charlotte. He's not taking it well."

Charlotte's face twisted in frustration. "Aware of it? He's the one...