Layla’s POV
After the call with Naomi , my mouth went dry. Ex wife? Already?
The words sounded like a bullet that was sent straight to my chest.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Before I could get myself up , the door bell rang out, loud and very persistent, followed by pounding.
"Open Up! NYPD!"
My stomach dropped instantly. I didn't see it coming that fast. My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I stumbled to the door with trembling hands.
Immediately I opened it, uniformed officers flooded in.
"Layla Backwood?" One barked.
I barely nodded before the cold steel snapped my wrist.
"You're under arrest."
I didn't hesitate. I quietly followed as they steered me towards the van.
My heart was breaking into pieces as the penthouse door swung shut behind me.
I wasn't given
