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interested in your apology. I’m over it.”
    “Chloe you have to understand, I...I’ve made a terrible
mistake. I thought you had betrayed me and that’s why I acted the way I did.
It’s no excuse, I know, but I was so angry and hurt I just lashed out. You
don’t know how hard it’s been for me,” he confessed.
    He stood there staring at me with a pleading look. I’d never
seen Jake look so lost or vulnerable before. My hardened resolve began to
soften seeing him like this. I had to look away out the window and remind
myself what he did to me and the nightmare he put me through.
    Just thinking over the past few weeks after the auction got
me angry again. I turned back at him, an angry flush spreading over my cheeks
as I sneered at him. “Oh poor you!” I mocked. “Your life must have been so
tough. And here I was thinking I was the one who suffered with the paparazzi
following my every move, vile stories published about me in the press, my past
dug up for all to read about, and my business losing clients left and right.
What was I thinking?”
    Jake flinched as I recounted the trials I had to live
through after the auction. His face paled as he gripped the edge of my desk.
His body looked tense.
    “I didn’t know it was so bad,” he said so low I had to
strain to hear him.
    “Well it was, so excuse me if I don’t accept your apology.”
    “Please let me explain myself before you kick me out,” he
pleaded, looking me in the eyes.
    I looked at my watch before looking back up at him. “You
have 5 minutes.” I knew Allison would keep her word about coming back in 10
minutes. Jake paced around my cramped office looking agitated before finally
settling down on the chair in front of my desk.
    “The day before the auction I got a phone call from the
editor of The Daily Dish,” Jake began. “He told me someone had gone to him with
information about me. More specifically that I was using a matchmaker to find a
wife.”
    My eyes widened at his disclosure, but I remained silent as
I waited for him to continue.
    “I didn’t know what to think. You know how I value my
privacy. My first thought was that it couldn’t have been you that sold me out.
I thought I knew enough about you to doubt that possibility.”
    “And yet—“
    “Yes, I know what you’re going to say, but hear me out,”
Jake continued, cutting me off. “I asked him who he got the information from,
but he was very tight lipped about it. He then told me that he had emails and
copies of the contract I had signed with you. I didn’t believe him at first,
but he began reading one of the emails I had sent you about my list of
requirements for a future wife. There was no one else who would have had that
information. It pained me to believe it, but the evidence, it seemed, spoke for
itself.”
    “But that’s impossible,” I said. “I never spoke to anybody
at The Daily Dish in my life.”
    “I know that now,” he said. “Unfortunately I found out too
late and the damage had been done. I acted like a complete jerk. I don’t know
what came over me or why I did it. Even if you had sold me out, I still
shouldn’t have done what I did. All I can say was that I was upset and
disappointed because I thought I knew you and I felt betrayed.”
    I was in total shock at Jake’s disclosure. “How did they
get that information? If I didn’t do it, then who did?” I asked.
    The thought briefly crossed my mind that Allison had sold
the story, but it just as quickly went away. Allison would never do that. I
knew it just as I knew my own heart. Allison had a strong sense of right and
wrong, and more importantly, I knew she would never betray my trust.
    “It was someone by the name of Jude Marshall.”
    My eyes were wide as saucers as I processed everything he
was saying and put two and two together. All the pieces fell into place. The
ransacked apartment, his unexplained departure, my files all over the floor. He
was the one who stole the information