Chapter 33 Nothing On Him

• Papers were scattered on the floor; there was a smear of glass near the window; but it was at the large heavy oak desk where Alexander's anguish was taking the heaviest toll. On its gleaming smooth surface was stamped a jagged rent. He paced in quick irritated breaths with his gaze unwavering towards the TV, wallmounted and still announcing the news.
• The anchor's voice was like grinding-just every word another twist of the knife. "Reyna Sinclair, the picture-perfect wife of billionaire Alexander Sinclair, was spotted at a local hospital in the arms of an unidentified man. Is there trouble in paradise?"
• Alexander's fists clenched as he grabbed the remote and mashed the power button. The screen went black, but the words still echoed in his head.