The President's Wife - Kathy Myme Page 0,45

knife at me was… threatening.

Yes, I’ll make sure he ends up in a maximum-security prison for the rest of his miserable life for this.

He will never, and I mean never, get near Veronica again. I will do anything to protect her.

“We have word,” a Secret Service agent next to me says. I’m in a car now, heading to the White House. “The target is out of surgery and doctors say he will recover.”

I nod. Good. He doesn’t deserve a quick and easy way out. And the public might not understand their president fatally shooting a man in a park at night. It’s not exactly good for one’s public image.

“And we’ve gone through his phone. He’s been in contact with a reporter,” the agent continues. “Here.”

He passes me a tablet with a number of screenshots of a text conversation on them. There are so many, they’d clearly been talking for a long time. I begin to read.

Hey Trevor, this is Stephanie from ClickBoom. You’re Veronica Water’s boyfriend, right? Did you know she’s been sleeping with the President? Text me back if you want more info xx

Obviously the engagement has been invented to cover up their affair. How do you feel knowing the President is cucking you? xx

You should confront her, find out what’s going on from her own mouth. Here is her location, let me know what she says xx

It’s clear that Trevor is unstable, and this ‘Stephanie’ woman has been the one pushing him from behind the scenes.

By the end, a rather unfortunate picture has been painted. Stephanie has been trying to write a story proving Veronica and I aren’t really engaged. She is using Trevor as a source, but once he’d told her everything she started using him to get more information. She’s been pushing him to confront Veronica, trying to piss him off to make sure the meeting would reveal all.

She wanted to cause drama so her story would sell better. I look out the window of the car at the street lights as they fly by.

“I want her number,” I say. “Now.”

The secret service agent hands me a phone with a number typed in and I hit call.

“Hello?” a voice on the other end says cheerfully. “This is Stephanie from ClickBoom News, how can I help you?”

“Stephanie,” I say in a nauseating cheerful voice. “This is the President of the United States of America.”

“Ahhhh…. Is this a joke?”

“No, it really isn’t,” I laugh, maintaining the lighthearted facade. “I’m calling you about Veronica’s friend, Trevor.”

“Oh,” she replies, quietly.

“I shot him,” I say, still cheerful. “You see, that’s what happens when a deranged man attacks me and my fiancée with a knife.”

Stephenie doesn’t respond.

“Now it’s come to my attention that the reason he decided to come after us was because he was spurred on by some reporter. And that this reporter gave him the location of my fiancée. Ha, imagine that.”

I stop pretending to be cheerful and speak seriously. “Do you know what happens to co-conspirators in treason plots in the United States? No? I’ll tell you. They get charged with treason too.”

“No, I didn’t,” Stephanie says, panicking. “I never knew he’d… I never encouraged him to attack anyone.”

“I’m looking at the texts you sent Trevor right now,” I say. “And it seems very clear to me that you were encouraging Trevor to confront my Veronica. You told him lies about her and then you told him where she was. I don’t take that lightly, not one bit.”

“I never thought he’d do anything like that, you have to believe me. Please, I’m so sorry.”

I can hear the desperation in her voice now. Desperation to save herself, that she avoids whatever storm I bring down upon the people that threaten Veronica.

“Let me make this absolutely clear,” I say. “You will delete all traces of this farcical story you are writing. You will drop this absurd conspiracy theory about Veronica and myself. And you will cooperate with the Secret Service fully. Do you understand?”

There’s silence for a moment, before a meek voice replies. “Yes.”

“Good. Don’t make me call you again,” I say. I hang up the phone before waiting for a response.

Veronica is safe now. I’ve seen to that. Trevor will be under armed guard, and the report will be picked up by the Secret Service within the hour.

I take a deep breath in. “Take me to see Veronica,” I tell the driver.

Veronica

It’s as if I’m some fairytale princess who’s been locked in a tower for her own safety. As soon