Kael’s POV
My tires crunched over the gravel, each roll echoing like bones grinding together in the twilight hush. As I turned onto my street, a frown crept across my face, my brows knitting tight at the sight ahead.
I didn’t expect to come home to war.
Abigail, heels clicking like gunfire, makeup smeared in streaks of warpaint, eyes wild with fury, was a storm in red. She slammed her palm against the iron gate, the clang echoing like thunder, and screamed like a banshee possessed.
“Open this damn gate! This is my husband’s house! Do you hear me? You lowlife security scum! Do you know who I am?! I’ll have you fired for this nonsense!”
Felix, my gatekeeper, Stoic, silver-haired, and patient as stone, stood ramrod straight, lips clamped into a thin, bloodless line. But I saw it: the sub
