“Scarlet, just leave. I told you, we don’t need your help.” Liam turns towards me and adds, “Cassie, you don’t have to—”

“Is it true?” I ask. “That you are controlling the press against saying bad things about me? About what I wear? How I look?”

“You don’t need to know about it—”

“Yes,” Nicco interjects.

I shift my attention to him. “How bad is it?”

“Really bad,” Nicco admits.

Liam moves in front of me. “Cassie, you don’t have to do it. It’s all okay. Just be yourself. People doesn’t need to accept that you are my wife.”

“And what of our child? When she grows older?”

He frowns....