Chapter Fifteen
(Nia’s POV)
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.
At first, I ignored it.
I was in the bathroom, one hand braced against the sink, trying to convince my stomach to settle. The nausea had been worse that morning.
I rinsed my mouth, pressed a damp cloth against my face.
Then my phone buzzed again.
And again.
And again.
The screen was full of notifications.
Missed calls.
Messages.
Tags on social media.
News alerts.
My stomach sank before I opened a single one.
The headline was everywhere.
For a moment, I couldn’t move.
The photo beneath the headline showed Callum opening the car door for me outside Caldwell Group. Then a few more from our college days.
How had they gotten these?
My eyes moved lower.
There was another picture.
A cropped image of the divorce pape
