Mercy (James POV)

The moment that my eyes landed on the magazine picturing Marina and me, I knew I was royally fucked. I watched as Rosalind’s body grew rigid, her line of sight ignoring the first cover and settling on the second.

But I think what was worse, is that only Marina knew that we would be there this morning. The woman I thought I knew for all these years continues to show her true colors.

She had called the tabloids.

She knew they’d eat up that story. Married billionaire James Wood escorting what appears to be his mistress into a lavish penthouse.

And she knew Rosalind would see it.

At first, I was fuming. The darkness that clouded my vision had me wanting to slam my fists into a wall, but the moment Rosa grabbed that paper with shaky hands; the only thing I could feel was shame.

Her beautiful, golden doe eyes stared up at me, realizing that the photo was in fact from this morning. I expected her to cry. I’d seen the glassiness in her eyes… the slight tremble of her plush lower lip, but ins