Robert learned in a late-night call from his editor that an unknown source found Snapchat images of him and Annalisa.

His wife, Melinda, a merchandising director for Condé Nast, accused him of acting “different” in their midtown apartment as he sat at the
iron kitchen table and googled fashion spreads in what he called research when he was really looking for photographs of Chic events to see if Annalisa was in them. He looked straight at Melinda’s oval-shaped face, dye…

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