t red dress, and Sara could see why her dad was attracted to her. As they watched, Sara's dad and the woman ordered drinks and continued to chat. They seemed comfortable with each o

to confront her dad, but she wasn't sure how. Joe wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "We'll get through this together," he whispered. Sara

ually shocked. "What do you mean?" he whispered back. Sara's eyes filled with tears. "My dad... he's having an affair." Joe's face fell, and he wrapped his arms around Sara. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. Sara felt like she had been punched in the gut. She had been expecting to uncover evidence of her dad's corruption, but instead, she had stumbled upon something much more personal. As they stood there, frozen in shock, Sara couldn't help but wonder how long her dad's affair

want to talk about? Did she already know about her dad's affair? "What's going on, Mom?" Sara asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'd rather discuss it in person," Catherine replied. "Can you meet me at home now ?" Sara glanced at Joe, who raised an eyebrow. "I'll be there," Sara said, trying to process what was happening. As she hun

etend you're interested in marrying him, and we'll figure out a plan from there." Sara felt a wave of relief wash over her. It wasn't about the affair her dad was having. But at the same time, she was angry. Her mom was unaware of what was really going on. "Mom, I don't know if I can do that," Sara said, trying to stall. Catherine's expression turned serious. "Sara, I know this isn't ideal, but we need to protect our family's reputation. Your dad's... business dealings are complicated, and we can't afford to rock the boat right now." S

nked her dad for the lovely dinner. Sara nodded in agreement, still lost in thought. She knew she had to keep up the charade, at least for now. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. Sara lay in bed, her phone clutched in her hand. She dialed Joe's number, and he answered on the first ring. "Hey," Joe said, his voice low and husky. "Hey," Sara replied, smiling. "I've been thinking about what we saw at the hotel today." Joe's tone turned serious. "Yeah, me too. I still can't believe your dad was with another woman." Sara felt a pang of pain and anger. "I know. It was like a punch to the gut. I couldn't believe what I was seeing." Joe's voice was sympathetic. "I'm so sor

the same time, I don't want to cause any more drama." Joe's voice was thoughtful. "I get it. But you also deserve to know the truth. If you confront him, he might deny it or try to downplay it. Are you prepared for that?" Sara hesitated, unsure of what to expect. "I don't know. I guess I'll ju

her hand, looked less than thrilled. He nodded politely, but his expression remained stern. "Yes, Senator," he said. "I'm looking forward to it." Senator Charles didn't seem to notice Johnson's lack of enthusiasm. He continued to talk about the meeting. Johnson listened intently, his ex