POV: Richard

The cold metal of the gate pressed against my knuckles as I gritted my teeth. “I told you, I’m going in!” I spat, voice sharp, almost shaking with fury.

The security officer, broad-shouldered and unflinching, met my glare with practiced calm. “Sir, you’re not allowed past this point. Mr. Zeus gave strict instructions”

“I don’t care about Zeus’s instructions!” I cut him off. “I’m her husband. I have every right”

“You don’t.” The second guard ...