Mark watched Jessica leave the bedroom, the tension between them still crackling in the air like static.
The quiet click of the door closing behind her echoed louder than her final words.
He didn’t move for a moment, staring at the empty space where she had stood, where her scent still lingered—warm, earthy, and devastating. Then, with a grim set to his jaw, he pulled out his phone.
“Get two of our men on Jessica,” he instructed his head of security. “Discreet but close. I want hourly updates. She leaves the house, I want to know where and with whom.”
The order wasn’t about control. It was about protection.
She was still his wife, dammit. Billionaire’s wife or not, she had no idea how vulnerable that made her. Not in this world.
She might be leaving, but she was still his responsibil
