"Because of your silence, the whole world thinks it's true now. You're the one who wanted those photos taken. Why won't you admit it?"
Bryce's voice dropped:
"Rosa, I'm the CEO of this company. If people found out I have that kind of... preference, what would they think of me?"
"Stop making a scene. I know you're innocent. Isn't that enough? Why do you care what strangers think?"
Rosamond almost laughed:
"What they'd think of you? Do you have any idea what they're saying about me right now?"
She held on to her last shred of hope, locked her eyes on his, and spoke each word with deliberate weight:
"Bryce. I'm asking you. Please. Hold a press conference and clear my name."
"If this isn't dealt with now, my career is over."
Bryce glanced at her, something conflicted stirring behind his gaze.
After a few seconds of silence, he took her hand. His voice turned soft, almost tender:
"Rosa, why don't you just... resign?"
Rosamond stared at him in disbelief as he continued:
"My business is big enough now. You don't need to work. Use this as your exit. Come home. Be my partner behind the scenes."
"Mom's been asking when we're going to have kids. You could focus on that."