After the explosive confrontation and Derek’s proposal, Lydia didn’t leave—she stormed around the mansion like a vengeful ghost, screaming threats about lawyers, scandals, and disinheritance. But Derek didn’t care. The divorce papers were already being drawn up, and he had zero intention of hiding his love anymore. Stiles was his fiancée, his baby mama, the mother of his child—and he was done pretending.

The very next day, with Lydia still sulking in the house (refusing to leave until “her” lawyers arrived), Derek decided to make his claim crystal clear. He fucked Stiles everywhere, openly, not giving a damn that Lydia was there.