Consumed: Always & Forever | Shawn Mendes |

30

We sat in a circle around a round table, me in one corner with my publicist and manager on each side of me. Shawn was across from me with his manager and publicist.

Shawn's eyes where drilled on me, and my eyes back at him.

Had this been what we become now?

"Alright let's get this over with?" Simone broke the tense silence as she cleared her throat and she tapped on the iPad showing the image that will forever be etched into my brain.

As I looked down at the photo I felt the pain washing over me in a tidal wave. I sniffled the tears at a bay and I adjusted myself quickly, my feet began tapping under the table. I looked at my husband who's eyes never left mines.

He looked terrified, hurt and worn down. His eyes were red, he look liked he had lines creased at his corners and his lips where tightly pressed.

Andrew reached for the iPad and he began to examine the photo.

"Shawn?" Simone said his name with such venom to it.

He turned to her and back to me, clearing his throat and sitting straight.

"Baby—

"Refer to me not her." Simone spoke quickly pointing her finger at him.

Shawn slammed his hands on the table making everyone jump except for me. I knew my husbands temper well enough to know when he was about to snap even before he knew it. He stood standing over the table with his hands pressed hard on the chrome finishing, his forearm veins popping out violently.

"She's MY WIFE last time I checked! This is a matter between us, ME AND HER! Not you guys. Your only here out of a formality, don't forget that! So if I want to talk to my wife I will, don't like it see yourself out." He eyes Simone stone cold as he said the last statement.

Simone stood in her place and she quickly cleared her throat looking at me.

"Enough. Shawn sit down. Now let's get to the matter at hand. What do we do with these photos? Where did they come from? Has anyone contacted the source of these photos?" I eyed Shawn as he sat down and I looked around the table at everyone else.

Andrew cleated his throat before speaking, he looked at Shawn who just nodded his head I'm guessing saying for Andrew to speak.

"So we had someone look into the photos a PI and they indeed stated that these photos are photoshop."

"I told you!" Shawn shouted slamming his hand on the table again and looking at me.

My eyes widen and I was about to speak.

"But." Andrew said pulling Shawn to sit back and looking at him and at me. "The woman in the photo is claiming that you two have had a sexual relationship over messages during your time in Rome shooting your last movie." The last part Andrew struggled to say as he cleared his throat and he went for a glass of water.

When he said those words my eye instantly grew ten times its size and my mouth shot open.

Shawn's face seemed to break when he turned to face me and his expression was equally as shocked as mines but when he saw me his face grew with sudden fear.

"Wha— what did you just say?" I turned my head to Andrew tears spilling over and my heart breaking with every breath I took.

Andrew cleared his throat opening his mouth but instead Shawn rose from the table, his chest puffed out and his face tight and visible anger radiating off him.

"Everyone get out." He spoke so sternly with no hint of it being a question.

Nobody moved, his eyes penetrating my soul.