JASON'S POV
Staring at the stupid Black Corp conference on my screen, my jaw clenched so hard I thought I'd break a tooth.
And there she was—Ella Kingsley, in all her glory and splendor.
Radiant. Gorgeous. Deadly.
She was smiling at the press, looking like a queen addressing her subjects. The cameras loved her, flashing like they were capturing the second coming of royalty. And she was eating it up.
But my eyes?
They weren't on her.
They were on the stupid bastard standing beside her.
Jake. Fucking. Jake. CEO of Black Corp.
And his filthy, filthy hand was on the small of my wife's back.
Mine.
My hands curled into fists on the desk. He was looking at her like she was the greatest treasure in the universe.
Yes, idiot, she is—but she's mine.
Even if she was my tormentor, even if she lived to make my life hell, even if she would burn my world to the ground just to watch me suffer—
She was still mine.
And the whole damn world knows it.
Jake should know it too.
