(Sanya's POV)
My phone rings during breakfast preparation, right after Tyron Stone leaves.
Derek's name flashes on the screen.
My hand trembles so violently I almost drop it.
I haven't spoken to him since the wedding. Since he shoved me into that black SUV and delivered me to this nightmare like a package.
For a moment, I consider not answering.
But Derek doesn't call unless it's important. And ignoring him only makes things worse.
I answer.
"Derek?"
"Is it true?"
His voice is cold. Clipped. No greeting. No concern.
"Is what true?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Sanya. Is it true that Tyron Stone wants to divorce you?"
My stomach drops.
How does he already know? It's barely been twelve hours since Tyron made the threat.
"I... I don't know. Maybe. He's angry—"
"FIX IT."
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