Matthew’s POV
I had been stewing in my anger all night. From the moment I saw Gabrielle with that Mike—whatever his real name was—at the mall, to the moment I stormed out of the office, I could barely contain myself. But no matter how much I tried to cool off, the frustration just kept bubbling up like a kettle left on high.
I wasn’t sure what angered me more: Gabrielle running off without saying a word or that damn smile on Mike’s face. There was something about him that rubbed me the wrong way—he was too smooth, too confident for my liking. I didn’t trust him, and as far as I was concerned, he had no business being around my wife.
When we got home, I slammed the door shut behind me and tossed my jacket onto the couch. Gabrielle had retreated into the bedroom, probably to cry or sulk—e
