ROOSEVELT’S POV

I sat in my locked office, covering my face with my hands. My shoulders shook with silent, heavy sobs.

He kissed her. He took her to Paris and kissed her right outside his office door.

A knock echoed against the glass.

I jumped. I quickly wiped my wet cheeks and took a deep breath.

"Who is it?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound normal.

"It is Mateo," a warm, smooth voice answered. "Open the door, Roosevelt."

I hesitated. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. But Mateo knocked again, a little louder this time.

I stood up, walked over to the door, and unlocked...