Whitney tried to keep her cool, forcing a wry smile. "Sandy, it's not what you think."

"We're in a tough spot right now, so I have to go. These reporters-I still need them for something."

"You're both awake now. Shane will explain everything in detail.”

"I just hope one day you'll understand I was reckless, but I only did it to help you."

With that, she turned and strode out, her mind made up.

"No! Don't go! Do you really want the paparazzi to blow this up even more?" Sandy yelled after her. "Whitney, if you do this, I'll never forgive you!"

But Whitney hardened her heart and ignored her protests. She signaled Felix to get the paparazzi out of there.

She shot a final look at Shane, leaving him enough space. "You did this-you need to face her. Make sure you explain everything."

"Yeah. Whitney, thank you."

all quiet strength and rugged good looks. He sat down, pulling on his shirt, and glanced at Sandy's tear-streaked face, his voice hoarse with regret. "Sandy, whatever Whitney did, it was

up.

you the truth now. The truth about why, all those years ago, we ended up with a

"Okay?"

she couldn't move no matter how hard

watery and confused. She'd stayed up all

closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Shane's heartbreakingly

the apartment's

the half-dozen paparazzi onto the hardwood floor,

leader, George, looked terrified. He fumbled

pictures, his phone already ringing with a call from

legs crossing the room in a flash, and landed a sharp kick to George's stomach. She snatched his camera, but didn't

impatient voice cut through. "George, what took you so long? Did you get it done? Sienna's in Shane's bed, right? Wake her up-quietly. The sun's not up yết, and there's something I

tone was all acid and

Felix's grip, could only stare at Whitney, lips trembling

spoke straight into the phone. "Hey, George, why don't you tell Grandma

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