When you tell the world you're mine

Chapter 18: Vicious circle

"Who the fuck was eavesdropping my conversation?"

"Meghan."

Edward said almost out of breath.

"Meghan sold the Prince's health issues to the press." 

Edward said and hated himself for being the one to give such hard news to Harry. He saw the moment the shock came to his face and the exactly moment when he went into denial mode.

"ARE YOU MENTAL?" Harry yelled. "Of course my girlfriend wouldn't do such a thing."

"Harry..."

"Fuck off, Edward. You never liked Meghan and are just biased by Carolina. You're fucking crazy to think Meghan would do this to hurt my grandfather."

"Harry, it's obvious she didn't do it to hurt your family. She did it to hurt Carol. And to make you fight with her. I know the information got to the newspaper editor by 1 am. If it's 1 am here, it's 9 o'clock in Brazil. Where was Carol yesterday at this time?" Edward crossed his arms and walked around his car to seat on the passenger seat and put on the seat belt.

Harry's mind started running wild trying to remember everything.

"She was at a media seminar for extra credit last night. She told me." he whispered.

"And her phone..." Edward waited for him to fill in the blank.

"Was dead. I kept sending her lots of silly things during the day and her battery died. She only sent me pictures of the seminar when she got home. It was around midnight Brazil time."

"Exactly. And we know that the newspaper was printed around 2am, our time. That means..."

"There's not way Carol would've been able to be at the seminar and talking to the editor at the same time. She didn't do it."

"I told you so." Edward said and looked at his friend. Harry wasn't much of a emotional guy, but right now his eyes were full of emotions and tears and they soon started streaming down his face.

"Fuck!" Harry hit his head of the wheel a couple times hating himself even more at the moment.

Edward knew that Harry had probably lost one of the best friends he ever had. But he didn't comment on it.

(...)

Carol was devastated. She was sad, feeling betrayed. She was mad and angry. She was furious.

She cried her whole ride home that day, she decided to call for a taxi because she really didn't want too many people seeing her crying her eyes out. She was skipping classes, her phone was broken and she didn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone. The only thing she wanted to do was tell Harry off and punch him. Her mind kept repeating his words and accusations and if that was possible her heart was breaking each and every time of it.

She got home and was thankful her mom wasn't there. She took a long shower and her tears wouldn't stop flowing. She sat on the floor of the shower stall, hugging her knees close to her chest and crying. She wept and sobbed for a couple of minutes before getting up and leaving the bathroom. She fixed a sandwich to eat and went to her bedroom. She laid there in silence for a time before the tears came back and she hated herself because she was crying because of him.

"I honestly hope you rot, wanker." she whispered at a certain point.

(...)

As soon as he got home Harry was a man in a mission. He took off his blazer and tie, served a glass of scotch and drank it so quickly before serving another one.