Anastasia's POV
We are about to leave the office when the phone starts ringing, and Philip pales considerably. We all know who it is - Abraxas. He must have received the same notice which ticked in on my phone a few seconds ago. Our divorce is a reality.
"Hello," Philip answers. Aron walks around his desk, putting the phone on speaker so we all can hear the conversation. Something I really didn't need, but here we are.
"GAVE YOU EXPLICIT ORDERS TO NOT ACCEPT THOSE PAPERS! SHE BELONGS TO ME." Abraxas is screaming in his gruff voice, but at the mention of me belonging to him, have everyone freezing in their spot. The smile on my father, brother, and Thomas's faces stiffened. They were enjoying hearing him suffer, but this was just taking it too far.
"Hello, Abraxas Harlow?"
