Richard’s pov.
The sun was barely up when I woke up the next day, but it didn’t matter. I hadn’t slept much anyway. The bed felt too big. Too empty.
Susan hadn’t come home after our argument. I didn’t call her either. What for?
If I was leaving for Madrid today, the last thing I needed was to deal with her creating more drama.
She’d probably scream about me flying halfway across the world to see my ex-wife.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. What did I even see in her?
I walked over to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror.
Dark circles under my eyes. My hair is a mess.
I didn’t look like the man people expected to see when they thought of Richard Wright, the billionaire, the businessman.
No. I looked like someone who had lost contro
