“Your mother received a motion notification while we were driving over this morning. She opened the live feed.”
He paused.
“And she heard something no parent should ever have to hear about their daughter.”
He handed me the tablet.
On the screen, Derek stood in the hallway outside my apartment.
Beside him was Sienna Brooks.
His personal assistant.
The pretty young woman who always seemed to have a reason to call him late at night.
Her hand rested protectively on her rounded stomach.
I stared at it.
I knew she was pregnant.
Derek had told me the father was someone who had abandoned her.
He had praised himself for keeping her employed during such a difficult time.
I had admired his compassion.
Then Sienna looked up at him and smiled.
“Are you seriously going to pretend to marry Amelia today?”
Derek laughed.
It was a laugh I had heard hundreds of times.
