The words lingered between us. I had expected anger. Accusations, too. Marriage... that hadn't crossed my mind.

Angelina wasn’t joking. That morning, she wouldn’t come with me to my Green Oak Estate.

“Stop the car,” she yelled at my chauffeur a stone’s throw from the gates. The moment he hit the brakes, she hopped out, then turned to me. “Goodbye, Alec Rivera,” she said, and slammed the door so hard.

I should be worried about her, but when I stepped into my mansion and headed ...