The next morning, Tyler startled awake to the sharp sound of his phone, his heart hammering in his chest. He sought for it on the nightstand, blinking away the fog of sleep.
The screen showed Melanie, and his stomach plummeted. Calls this early in the morning ain’t always good news.
He answered, his voice scratchy. “What is it?”
“Mr. Morgan,” Melanie’s voice was particularly tense. “We have a situation. A important one. I.. I thought you should hear it from me first.”
Tyler massaged his eyes, already feeling the storm. “What are you talking about, Melanie?”
“It’s about you and Nicole,” she added, stopping for a second. “The preliminary agreement.. the one outlining your marriage.. it’s been leaked. It’s all over the news.”
Tyler bolted up in bed, suddenly fully awake.
His pulse ra
