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Allison Fox I felt exposed and vulnerable. The photographers and their flashes terrified me. It was something similar to a thunderstorm, and that cripples me. It was like a wave of fear had crashed down on me. He tried his best to protect me from all of it. Was it because he treasured me or because I was a dirty little secret? I would like to believe it was the first. The drive back home was silent. I had a lot to think about and much more to weigh in. Was I enough to be seen next to him? Was the press going to find out about my previous marriage? Would it be a massive scandal? How will that one affect his career? Will the media throw him out of his game? How is this going to affect him? How is this going to affect me? How is this going to affect my baby? My mind reeled; I was so c