By the time Zayne arrived, the engagement party was in full swing.
He tried desperately to storm in, but the security guards outside stopped him cold.
"Let go of me. Do you have any idea who I am? Let me go," Zayne screamed like a madman, his eyes bloodshot, tears and sweat streaming down his contorted face.
The security guards—tall, strong guys—stood in his way, their faces blank and professional.
One of them said, "Sorry. Doesn't matter who you are. This is Mr. Powell's engagement ceremony. No invitation, no entry."
"Let me go!" Zayne's voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Do you know who that woman in there is? She's my wife. She belongs to me. If you stop me, if I lose her because of you, I swear I'll make every single one of you pay."
Something snapped inside him. With a burst of
