#Chapter 72: The Breaking Point

Arthur & Iris Arthur I watch Iris rush out of the gallery, and something inside of me snaps. The pain on her face, the tears in her eyes—all caused by Selina’s lies. By my weakness in letting this charade continue for too long. No more. I stride back into the main gallery, looking for Selina. She stands near Iris’s “Red Thread” painting, a champagne flute delicately held between her freshly manicured fingers, laughing with some wealthy patrons. I cut through the crowd, ignoring the hands that reach out to shake mine, the voices calling my name. My focus narrows to Selina and the smug smile on her face. “Arthur,” she purrs when she spots me approaching. “Come meet the Richardsons. They’re huge supporters of your administration.” I don’t acknowledge the couple standing beside her. Instead, I grab Selina’s arm and pull her to the side. “What did you say to her?” I demand. Selina blinks innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”