Gabriel's POV
I couldn’t say it enough—I regretted divorcing Rebecca. She was everything a good woman should be, and I was a fool for not realizing it sooner.
If I could turn back time, I’d do whatever it took to have her back. Right now, though, this very second, I was trapped—ensnared by the witch who held my darkest secret over me. The secret I couldn’t afford to let slip.
I stumbled out of the house, needing air to clear my thoughts. The night was cool, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside me. Aunt Racheal—my rock since childhood, the woman who raised me after my parents died—was in that house. And she’d just been humiliated by the woman I married.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Emmanuella was supposed to be my partner, my equal—not my tormentor. I paced back and
