I get to go home today, and my excitement is off the charts. There was a little bit of panic on my end when I thought that I would have to face the public looking the way I do, but at the last minute, I was informed that Ryder's new coaches were going to meet me here and take me out the back or something like that.Apparently, they were the ones who'd found me on the bedroom floor that day and called for help, so I guess they're not so bad after all. Whatever, my only thoughts now are of Ryder and getting back to him. I've been riddled with worry and thoughts of getting back to him, wondering what that was going to be like.Would he be sympathetic? He's never been before, but maybe he'd remember that I am his wife and act accordingly. I'm sure my public had to have noticed my absence and were keeping an eye on him for me. They would never let him go anywhere near his ex, I'm sure, as some of them have taken it upon themselves in the last couple of years to hound her every step for me,

I can't believe the pace at which this has all gone down. Everything around me was imploding, and I was barely able to keep up. I thought for sure this was all going to take at least a couple of months, but here we were, just a few weeks later. I get it, though; while I've been stuck in my own little world of complications, these men's real purpose here was to bring home the girls, some of them now women, who have been suffering years of degradation and pain.I'm not sure what all was supposed to happen next, but after Janie's colossal meltdown on live TV, Lyon packed me off to New York a day early to be with her. I guess he saw the strain and stress I was under worrying about her. In my mind, even though her name was yet to be mentioned, they hated her so much, especially Janie, that I was afraid they might come after her.Now I'm tasked with the unenviable duty of telling her about Rachel and what had gone down in the last few days. I know she hasn't been in contact with the other wo

They released me. I was a bit skeptical that it could be that easy, so I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to be followed, but all I saw was my shadow in the concrete as I tried to move as fast as I could through the strange streets. My head was finally starting to feel normal again, and my only thought was of getting out of L.A. I was sure no one was going to listen to any explanations I had, and there was no doubt in my mind that Mary and the others would be coming after me.The fear that gripped me with that thought had me pushing myself even harder, even though my body still felt weak from my time in the hospital. I needed a place to lay low and some time to think about everything that had happened today and was happening now.I'll deal with my marriage situation later, but right now, I need to stay alive. I didn't know where I was when I looked around, but it didn't matter; as long as I found a place to lay low for a day or so, I'd be able to get myself out of here and som

Shit! How did I forget that Sydney, her mom, or anyone else for that matter, might see that stuff play out and get it back to her? Because I knew that Rachel had been the one in charge of her social media and that she'd pretty much stayed away from anything to do with entertainment news in the last five years, I erroneously believed that I could get away with it, but that was stupid.In trying to protect her, I'd overlooked a lot, and now I was teetering on the bridge of something destructive. I can't lie to her, and yet I can't tell her the whole truth. It would be so easy to slip back into my old ways of not giving a damn with anyone else but her. Just the thought of putting her through anything other than happiness makes me sick to my stomach, which I guess is a good thing. A good reminder of what not to do going forward.Lyon and his men make it seem so easy, keeping the darker things in life away from their women, but I'm new to this, and it seems hard as shit starting out the gat

"What's this fucknut up to? It's a given that when one of these assholes starts showing his ass, it means there's something much worse he wants to keep hidden from the world. Knowing what I know about his ilk, I can take a wild guess as to what that might be. I'd bet everything I own that this asshole is involved in kiddie trafficking and, worst.""Who the hell gave Lyon a newspaper?" I was still trying to decipher his rant when Mancini asked that question to the room at large."I don't think anyone gave it to him; it was delivered to the house this morning," Tyler answered."I'm sorry, I must've signed up for some kind of daily subscription." The way they were acting, I felt as if I had committed a crime."Who is he talking about?" I asked Mancini since Lyon was still scowling at the paper."Who knows?""Asshole politicians. Every last one of them was either bullied on the playground, and now they're taking their shit out on the rest of the world, or they were the bullies who never ou