Flair POV
He's gone. I am in a state of shock as Grayson assists me back to the limousine, my eyes streaming with tears. I no longer loved Johnathon but I grieved. As we headed to the Deluca mansion, I could see my husband's pained eyes on me. I knew it wasn't jealousy, but more helplessness that he couldn't take the aching of my heart or the pain in my chest away every time I remembered a good moment I had with Johnathon. It hadn't all been bad in the marriage. There had been good times. Just like there had been bad times. I hadn't broken down as much as Charlotte had though. If ever a woman had a breakdown it had been her at the funeral. Perhaps she had truly loved Johnathon and I had done her a disservice believing otherwise.
"We're here," Grayson said quietly, handing me a handkerch
