Alexander’s POV

My jaw is set as I stroll back to the shared bedroom. I take my time, moving slowly. My hands slip inside the pockets of my long, leather coat while my mind replays what that fool said to my wife: ‘Your husband’s a fu–ing criminal.’ And I can’t help but worry about what’s going through her head.

In spite of everything that’s happening between us, she still took my side in front of the insufferable Briton and returned his words to him. It was most shocking to see ...