Page 233 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I go online and type the words “Kane Wilder Interview” into the search bar. The first video that comes up is fifteen minutes long and only an excerpt of the forty-minute interview with Giana Sterling.

I plop down onto the corner of the bathtub and press Play, my pulse wilding out in my neck.

The interview starts with Giana introducing Kane as her guest and Kane walking onstage. So far, the whole thing looks like your typical celebrity interview.

Giana shakes his hand before gesturing for him to sit down on one of the two armchairs beside them. “I’m so glad to have you here today. We haven’t done a live interview like this in years.”

I immediately fast-forward the chitchat and pleasantries, skipping ahead a few minutes.

“In light of your recent controversy with Joshua Caldwell, you’ve decided to postpone your tour and focus on your sobriety. How’s that been going for you?”

“Honestly? Horrible,” Kane deadpans, causing the live audience to laugh. “Getting sober is hard enough without having to worry about your manager suing you for every penny you have.”

Giana’s face contorts with shock. It’s obvious she didn’t expect him to be willing to discuss the trial. I’m guessing Kane’s people had to approve a list of questions beforehand, and none of them were about the lawsuit.

“Have you had any contact with Joshua since the incident?” Giana jumps at the opportunity to pry more juicy details out of him.

“None whatsoever. We’re not exactly on good terms since I found out he and his buddies were drugging and molesting my young fans.”

My jaw nearly hits the floor.

And so does Giana’s.

Fucking hell, Kane.

Ever heard of easing into it?

“You see, I walked in on him abusing unconscious minors, and that’s why I lost my temper at the club. He was using my name to lure my fans to his house and drugging them to keep them compliant. He also wasn’t the only one I saw there. There were a handful of powerful men at that party, people you all know and love. Some even direct TV shows and movies with a cast that’s mainly child actors.”

Giana Sterling looks at him as though she’s unsure if she’s imagining the whole thing or if Kane Wilder is really outing a bunch of Hollywood predators on live TV.

“D-Do you have any evidence to back up your claims?” she stammers.

“I will. Soon.” That’s all he says, and Giana quickly understands she’s not going to get any more information out of him. At least, not on that particular topic.

“Do you have the names of the men who were allegedly at that party?” She’s very careful with her words, determined to remain neutral.

From there, he begins making a list of all the creeps he saw there that night, exposing countless men from the industry without batting an eye.

I don’t know what happened to him after I left, but he looks like he ran out of fucks to give, and he’s accepted his fate.

Like he’s made peace with the fact that his career is over.

“If Joshua did abuse these girls, why didn’t you just come forward? One would think you’d want to clear your name instead of hiding something so vile.”

Kane doesn’t speak for a few seconds, pondering his response.

“I didn’t come forward because Joshua held something over my head. He threatened to tell the world about my darkest moment. Which is why I’m going to do it myself. Right here. Right now.”

This isn’t happening.

I’m hallucinating, I know I am.

I only realize tears are coursing down my face when one of them slips between my parted lips. A sob rips from my throat, and I smack my hand against my mouth to muffle the next one.

A knock rattles the bathroom door the next second, knocking the wind out of me.

“Hadley, everything okay in there?” Mom asks, worry dripping from every word.

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