for forgiveness?”
He laughed.
Actually laughed.
“No,” he said. “I brought them here so you’d hear the truth from me before someone else told you.”
Lena slid closer to him, her shoulder touching his.
“And because we’re tired of pretending,” she added. “Derek loves me. He always did.”
The whispers around the ballroom grew louder.
I heard fragments.
“She’s pregnant too?”
“No, those are already born…”
“Did Maya know?”
“This is sick…”
Derek reached into his tuxedo jacket and pulled out a folder.
“I had my lawyer prepare these,” he
