Something pained flickered through Benedict's eyes. He moved to shield Vivian and the child. "Phoebe, when did you become so unreasonable? Your father's death was an accident. Are you really going to destroy an innocent man's future over this?"
My heart felt like it had been placed on a millstone, ground down again and again, until the pain was so immense I could barely breathe.
Vivian's brother was innocent? And my father wasn't?
I ground my teeth, unable to believe this was the man I'd loved for ten years. "Benedict, I'm telling you right now—I will make sure Derek Chambers rots in prison!"
Benedict seized my wrist. "No. Phoebe, if you insist on pressing charges, I'll divorce you!"
The air went dead silent.
A laugh tore out of me, raw and broken, my eyes burning red. "Fine. Divorce me."
A wave of panic flickered through Benedict's chest, formless and sharp.
Could Phoebe have found out about the fake marriage?
But before he could think further, Naomi walked in holding my daughter's urn, one eyebrow raised in triumph. "Phoebe, you dare destroy this family's peace, and I'll smash this precious little thing to pieces."