Chapter 93

Cody

I rake my hands through my hair, shit, shit and shit again. I need to get hold of Imogen stat, pronto because no doubt she will have seen this rant and outburst all over social. Not only has Luna posted to I* but I had my assistant check, because I just can’t take looking it makes my stomach lurch with her vile words that attack Immi in every way. Apparently, she has posted out the same reel to TT and to F*. I mean, seriously? We talked, she promised she would stop, my lawyer has been on to her and now this. Is she trying on purpose to get herself a bad name and have my lawyers do whatever they need to do concerning the baby.

I can feel the veins in my neck pulsing and at my temples. I didn’t have a headache before but now I do. Jeez-us, something like this could send Immi right over the edge again and I am stuck here in Dallas with practice to get to and not a damn thing I can do about it.

My instinct is to get myself a private plane organized and fly back home to wrap my arms