Alex’s POV
The private town car couldn't navigate the winding Riviera roads fast enough. By the time the vehicle pulled up to the grand gates of the villa, the suffocating, empty memory of Victoria’s touch had been completely wiped from my mind, replaced entirely by a desperate, driving need to see my wife.
I pushed through the heavy front doors, stepping into the quiet luxury of the foyer. The rich, aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee and vanilla waffles drifted from the sunlit dining room, drawing me in like a compass.
I stepped into the doorway, and the sight before me made my chest instantly tighten.
Ruby was sitting at the head of the table, gracefully finishing off her breakfast. The morning sun poured through the massive French windows, catching the vibrant, fiery coppe
