“They’ll spin it,” she replied. “Any way to sell magazines.” She sighed, poked at her cornbread with her fork. “I work fifteen hour days until the filming is done. Then, once that’s over, I do press junkets. That’s why I was in Asia. Instead of writing that our relationship had grown cold, they’d said we’d gotten engaged. I was mad about that, but finding Chris had thrown a party, trashed my house and f****d a blonde, I’d had enough.” She sounded more angry and bitter than sad, and that was a good thing. She’d been a doormat for her PR people. No, not a doormat. A pawn, and she’d let them. It didn’t seem like she was going to let that happen any longer. I was glad of it, and if she needed help standing up to this asshole who used her so f*****g badly, to anyone else, we’d have her back.
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