(Karen’s POV, Present Tense)

Dre has never looked like this before.

His shoulders are tense, his jaw locked, his eyes burning with fury. It’s not the man who whispers promises into my ear, not the man who kissed me at the altar. It’s someone harder, sharper, like he’s finally decided to stop playing defense.

“Where is she?” he asks, pacing the living room like a caged animal.

Anita crosses her arms, watching him carefully. “If you mean Yasmin, I’d bet she’s waiting for you ...