“Find my wife!” I order my assistant, my patience wearing dangerously thin.

Before she can leave, the door opens… and there’s Giselle, walking in with a bright, triumphant smile.

A smile that makes my blood boil—because now I know exactly what that mysterious, oh-so-important commitment was all about.

"Where were you?" I shoot back immediately.

"I—I had an appointment," she replies, just as evasively as my assistant.

"What kind of appointment?" I ask, my voice cold.

"What’s going ...