Raymond's POV
Since I learned what Anna had done to me, I cut her off completely. I never expected her to move on so quickly, finding another man as if I meant nothing. The thought of it ignited a fury deep inside me. She needed to understand—betraying me came with consequences. I could kill her.
When she reached out, asking to have dinner together, I agreed, just to see what she was up to. I reminded myself to be cautious.
My men were nearby, keeping watch, but I never expected her to drug me with something as simple as a damp towel. Once I realized what had happened, I asked my men to take me home.
Pathetic. I cursed myself. Not only had I failed to gather any useful information, but I had fallen for her trick. My instincts told me I must have been cursing Anna in my delirium, but wh
