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Chapter 57

Author: Maggie Len
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-12 23:58:44

Natasha's POV.

"We need to talk."

I stared at the text I had sent to Spencer over Forty-eight hours ago.

Read but no reply.

I kept checking my phone even when I told myself to stop. Forty-eight hours and not even a 'We will talk later.' Nothing. Just silence pretending to be an answer.

I knew he was doing this on purpose. It was his way of shifting the power dynamic between us.

His way of making me beg for his attention and goddamn it, it's fucking working.

I wouldn't have reached out the second time if this were about me or our none existent relationship but this was about Derrick's retrial.

The hell do they mean he's getting a retrial?

What did they find? What loophole? What evidence could possibly justify giving a man like him another chance to breathe free air?

My stomach knotted just thinking about it.

If Derrick walked out, even for a day, the chaos he would cause…

No. I can't go there.

I tossed my phone onto the couch and dragged a hand down my face.

I need answers. Spencer
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