Sienna didn't sleep.

She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying Dante's phone call over and over in her head. Every word. Every pause. Every careful, clinical question about annulments and custody.

By the time dawn broke, she'd made a decision.

She wasn't going to pretend. Wasn't going to smile and nod and wait for him to blindside her with divorce papers.

If Dante wanted to end the marriage, he could tell her to her face.

She waited until Leo was eating breakfast with Catarina. Then she marched into the study where Dante was working.

He looked up. Smiled. "Good morning. I was thinking we should leave for the...