Derek’s POV
Same day - three days to the wedding.
I stared at the phone, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, my eyes squinting in disbelief. My facial expression was a mix of puzzlement and alarm, my mouth slightly agape as I tried to process the cryptic message. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" I muttered to myself, my voice laced with frustration.
As I looked around, I was surrounded by a sea of concerned faces - the women's eyes were wide with worry, their brows furrowed in concern. Even Greg's usual stoic expression had given way to a look of alarm. I felt a surge of anxiety, my mind racing with questions. How was I supposed to provide for everyone when I was in hiding? Alfred was my right-hand man, my trusted lieutenant, and he was the one who had been handling all my affa
