Chapter 47

• Jack's POV
• The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but the sting barely registered. I stood at the window of my penthouse, staring out at the glowing city below. Everything felt wrong. Samantha's press conference, her lie about Louis, the way she dodged my questions-it was all unraveling. I didn't know what to believe anymore.
• I wanted to trust her, to believe that she'd done it to protect us, but the lie sat heavy between us. Every time I looked at her, I saw the flicker of guilt in her eyes, the hesitation in her voice. It didn't feel like us anymore.