We’ve agreed to these shoots, signed off on them weeks ago. Even with whatever’s unraveling between us now, we won’t break our commitment.
“Great. This should be fantastic material. The powercouple supporting family despite professional challenges. It’s the perfect narrative arc.”
“See you in two weeks,” I say, fighting my instinct to correct him.
My phone rings again. Unknown number.
“Jess Lexington speaking.”
“I’m confused? Is it Lexington or Carmichael?” The voice is instantly recognizable. Logan Carmichael’s practiced political tone is a blend of authority and folksy approachability.
“What can I do for you, Senator?”
“I understand you’re working on a story that concerns me.”
“Yes, I’m investigating allegations of workplace harassment from several former staffers. Would you like to comment?”
A pause, followed by a short laugh. “Always the professional. I was hoping we might speak off the record, as family.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Senator.”
“Logan, please. We are family, after all.” His voice drops slightly. “Family that looks out for each other.”
The implication hangs in the air between us.
“If you’d like to provide a statement for the record, I’m happy to include it in the story,” I say, keeping my voice neutral.
“Jessica,” he says, his tone harder now, “you know how this works. These allegations are baseless—disgruntled former employees looking for a payday. Publishing them serves no one but harms many, including my wife. Including Lucas.”
My chest tightens, but I don’t let it show in my voice. “Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before you used your position to take advantage of people who trusted you.”
A beat. Then he drops the last card he has.
“You really think the political world’s going to embrace a tabloid journalist who married into the scandal she exposed? You’ll lose access. The calls will stop coming. You’ll be the story no one wants to touch.”
I smile, sharp and steady. “That’s the difference between us, Senator. You’re scared of losing access. I’m not scared of telling the truth.”
The charm vanishes completely. “I expected better from you after welcoming you into our family.”
“If the allegations are baseless, then you have nothing to worry about,” I reply evenly. “Your official statement will be included prominently.”
“I see. Well, I hope you’re prepared for the consequences of your choices, Ms. Lexington. Good day.”
The line goes dead.
I set the phone down, my hands steady despite the subtle threat in his words. Logan Carmichael is used to controlling narratives, to making problems disappear through influence and intimidation. He’s met his match.
As afternoon fades into evening, I work methodically through the evidence, crafting the story that will likely end my marriage but uphold everything I believe in professionally.
My phone buzzes, and for a minute, hope surges at the thought of Lucas reaching out.
AUSTIN
Surf Sunday morning?
I’m disappointed when I don’t see his name on my screen.
JESS
