The security guards closed in. Arthur stayed on his knees, sobbing my name under the vaulted ceiling of the Grand Palais.
Before they reached him, Gabriel stepped between us.
"Sir, this is a private event," Gabriel said. "You need to leave. Now."
Arthur looked up, tears streaking his face. "Stay out of this! Who the hell are you to her?"
"I was there when she couldn't create," Gabriel said. "I saw what you left her with. Don't talk to me about love after building your empire on her back."
Arthur lunged toward me. "Serena!"
I put a hand on Gabriel's arm. "Let him go. I want him to hear me."
Gabriel studied my face, nodded once, and stepped aside.
I stepped around Gabriel and stopped in front of my kneeling husband.
"You call this love, Arthur? For three years, you held on to your g
