It’s all hitting a little close to home. After all, I doubted her up until a few minutes ago. What does that say about my love for her?
“You’re a worm, Anthony,” I tell him. “A sniveling, pathetic little worm. Maybe you do love her, but one thing’s for damn sure: you don’t deserve her.”
He looks at me curiously for a moment. “You care about her.”
“She’s my wife,” I snarl. “It’s my duty to take care of her. Something you failed to do. Now, get out, Anthony. Leave before I change my mind.”
I press the intercom next to my desk. Konstantin picks up on the other end. I’m sure he’s been waiting breathlessly for the call. “Come in here.”
The moment Konstantin walks in, I turn to Anthony. “My man will be in touch with you. You will return the money you stole from me. Plus fifty percent intere
