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d pieces of the divorce papers at his feet. The color drained from his face as he finally,

just as his fingers brushed the crumpled paper, his phone blared. The ringtone. E

esperate urgency, darted to his phone, then back t

h? What is it?" His voice was laced with a frantic anxiety I had neve

the door. "Dayna," he mumbled, his voice rushed, "I have to go. Everleig

eady broken. I watched him go, the door clicking shut behind him. He hadn't even looked at the contents of the papers,

t even bothered to read the document that severed our ties. It was just anot

cted the scattered pieces of the divorce papers, smoothed them out as best I could, and placed th

leigh, of course. Tending to her latest manufactured crisis. I heard whispers from the staff-Everleigh's engagement to the St

hrough the door, his face flushed, his eye

is voice trembling with barely contain

y lips. "To Everleigh? I haven't done anything to Everleigh, Brook

ed to enrage him further. He took a step closer, his eyes narrowed. "D

said you put her up to it. Convinced her to 'borrow'

ing. So much. More than he had ever talked to me. And it was all for Everleigh. Al

y voice barely a whisper. "

t now, terrified! Do you have any idea what this c