Royal Alpha Roar.
The ring stares back at me from the table, taunting me. I try to be patient. I try to keep myself together because I know anger alone won’t fix this. But it all circles back to one fact—Serayah is not here. And her ring is. And I heard divorce. I heard it’s over. Why the hell would she send Giovanni to hand me this message? Why isn’t she answering my calls? Why isn’t she picking up!?
I glance at the clock. Only ten minutes since Linda and Venus left. Jeremiah thinks they can handle this better than me. And what do I think? I think I want to see Serayah myself, not Milton—Serayah.
We should have spoken. I thought words weren’t needed. I thought when I held her in my arms, when I looked into her eyes, we had an unspoken trust. Or was that just me? Do I even have the rig
