Riana gently slipped her fingers around Raphael’s forearm just as Wesley and Raphael exchanged one final glare that bordered on violent territory. The air between them crackled with tension, half rivalry, but entirely male.
“Oh, look who is chasing after my ex-wife. You think you deserve her?” Wesley took steps closer, “You are not worthy”
“Wesley, stop” Riana stood in between them, not wanting a fight to happened.
“Well, Wesley” Raphael was calm and chuckled, “At least she chooses me because of me and not because you forced her into a loveless marriage”
“Raphael,” Riana whispered softly, tugging him toward her, “let’s go. Please.”
“This is not over, Raphael” Wesley said with gritted teeth.
Her voice alone was enough to ground him.
Wesley had thrown one last sarcasti
