(Sean's POV)
My phone buzzes against the kitchen island. It hasn't stopped. Four a.m. it started — the first notification, then the second, then the third, then a wall of sound that I silenced by flipping the phone face down and pressing my palm flat against the marble like I could hold it still by force.
I flip it over now.
SECRET WIFE. SIX HIDDEN YEARS. DIVORCE BOMBSHELL.
The headlines scroll past and they don't stop. Every feed. Every aggregator. Every industry blog I've ever been quoted in. Someone has already written a timeline — SECRET WIFE REVEALS DIVORCE ON LIVE TV — and they've gotten most of it right. The dates. The duration. The hidden marriage. The hidden name. They've gotten it right because there is nothing to get wrong. Everything Rebecca said on that sidewalk was true.
