(Author's POV)
Lucian stared at Rosalie's indifferent face. Rage and jealousy churned in his chest like a toxic brew.
Two days ago, at a networking mixer, a loose-lipped associate mentioned seeing Rosalie Foster at Seraphina's in Manhattan. The witness claimed she was with a man in a bespoke suit. They looked intimate. Like a power couple.
Initially, Lucian had felt a twinge of relief. If she was dating, she wouldn't make a scene about his affair with Delilah. His reputation would survive.
But that relief soured instantly into ugly possession.
Rosalie was his. She was the "perfect wife" he had molded for seven years. How dare she let another man touch his creation?
He scanned her face, hunting for guilt. She stood calm, unyielding. She refused to return to Steel Tech.
Lucian stepped
