Liza’s POV
I sighed as I stepped into my bedroom, my body aching from the emotional weight of the night. Kicking off my shoes, I shrugged out of my coat and reached for the hanger when my phone buzzed on the dresser.
I glanced at the screen. Sade.
I exhaled and answered. "Hey, girl. Sorry, I forgot to call you and say that we made it."
Sade let out a tired sigh. "Hey, Mom." Her voice was hesitant. "Um… I see that Marco found out about everything already."
"Yeah, he did," I said, shaking my head as I sat on the edge of my bed. "One of your friends posted everything online. Did something happen?"
"Yeah." Another deep breath from her. "He posted a lot of things online about me and Dom… and how he—Marco—is my one and only husband and that we will never be divorced."
I closed my eyes. "S
