CHAPTER EIGHTY : ANONYMOUS

ANONYMOUS POV

It has been years, long dreadful years of reminiscing how the son of a bitch Grant Ended something valuable to me.

Iris had woken up that morning looking more beautiful than ever, she had even tried her best with her make overs and wearing a beautiful red dress.. My darling wife knows I love her in red.

She had gently placed a white package with golden ribbons in front of me and asked me to open it.

The smile on her face had me grinning like a ...