DEBORAH'S POV
The phone rang while I was staring at the divorce papers. I almost didn't answer. The number was one I recognized, but something made me pick up. I had to know why he was calling.
"Hello?"
There was silence at first and it was followed by labored breathing. Then voices in the background.
"Imogen..." It was Elijah's voice, low and rough.
My hand tightened on the phone. I should have hung up. Should have thrown the phone across the room. But I couldn't move.
"Elijah," came Imogen's voice, and there was something in the way she said his name that made my stomach drop. Something intimate. Something I recognized from my own voice when we were alone together.
The sounds that followed carved pieces out of my chest. His breathing, heavy and uneven. Her soft laugh. The creak of a bed. The way he said her name again, like a prayer, like she was everything he'd ever wanted.
"You still love me," his voice came through the speaker, thick with desire. "You said so yourself."
