CHAPTER FIFTY SIX: THE GALA

GRANT POV

The whole drive there was a blur of red lights and rage. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel, and every time I blinked, that damn picture flashed in my head. My Nova, in the same dress I had ordered for her, smiling in another man’s arms.

Luca’s arms.

Each mile I covered only added fuel to the fire. The closer I got, the less I could breathe. I could already picture his smug face, his filthy hands on what’s mine.

By the time I pulled ...