Patrick
I watched Anna walk away without sparing me a single glance. Maybe I deserve it for treating her like trash since we got married. If only Anna knew the things I have done to make her happy.
"Take my keys," I command the chauffeur, and he rushes them as if his life depends on it. "Is my father home?"
"Yes sir," he replies.
"Good."
I roll my sleeves down up and my face scrunches as I make my way through. Father has been a pain in the ass lately. The last time he called the board to get me terminated from my position, I almost blew up when I arrived at the company and the man who calls himself my father felt nothing as I poured out my anger.
In the end, he called it a prank to get me on my toes.
Really?!
And as usual, he brings Anna into the picture and I could hardly ha
