Silvia's POV
"My Alpha, my husband, he'll be here soon to fix everything for me."
That thought echoed in my mind over and over, like some sacred mantra holding up the crumbling pieces of my dignity. I stood there in that cursed boutique, stiff as a statue awaiting judgment, while all those smug stares circled me like annoying flies, trying to crawl all over me.
But I didn't care.
Brian was coming. He'd show up like some god descended from the heavens, his Alpha presence so commanding it'd silence every single one of these petty people. He'd toss out a black card, like it was nothing, and then he'd look at me with those eyes that were always so gentle—just for me—and tell me it's all taken care of.
He'd come. He had to.
So I waited. One minute, two minutes... Each second
