Victor’s POV
I saw her before anyone announced her and that was the problem. No matter how many people filled the room, no matter how carefully I kept my distance, my eyes found her first. It had always been that way. From the very first moment.
And tonight, it was worse.
Because she was not mine to stand beside. She was on my son’s arm. Laughing softly, tilting her head just enough as she listened to someone speak, her fingers resting lightly against Marcus’s sleeve like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she belonged there.
Publicly, she did but we both knew that she belonged to me.
I lifted my glass slightly, more out of habit than desire, my gaze steady even as I battled with jealousy.
I had spent three years away in Singapore building control into every part of my
