Chapter 95: Emily

“But… how?”

The walls of the penthouse suddenly felt like they were closing in on me. Derek knew? Or did he? And how on Earth had he even found out? My head was spinning with questions.

Adrian stood before me, and I handed his phone back over to him, my own hand shaking.

I turned to Adrian, trying to read his face. "How could he know, Adrian? We've been so careful. Did someone talk? Is there someone we missed?" My voice bordered on hysteria.

He ran a hand through his hair, his face a mixture of frustration and worry. "Emily, I honestly don't know. Derek's always been good at digging up dirt, but this... this was supposed to be airtight." He glanced away for a moment, turning his attention to the city through the windows of my bedroom. “There’s another possibility.”

“What’s that?”

“That he’s bluffing. He might suspect that the marriage is a sham, but what hard proof could he possibly have? He could be making a move, hoping to scare us off.”