Thane's pov.
As I pulled into the driveway, Melissa's enraged voice echoed from the entrance of my mansion.
The f*****g entrance! God, she's loud.
For a moment, I briefly considered going back to my car, putting my car in reverse to get the f**k away from her.
" Chill, man, you just postponed your wedding; any woman would be upset. You just have to calm her down " I remind myself as I walk in.
Most of the staff scurry in and out of my room, exchanging hushed whispers and nervous glances. When I walk in, I find Melissa frantically packing clothes, makeup, and other belongings. Some were scattered haphazardly on the floor, I even nearly stepped on her hair dryer. The bedside mirror had a large crack in the middle, with some pieces of shattered glass on the floor. I would have to avoid
