SYLVIE'S POV
As soon as the vehicle started moving, I pressed a button to lower the partition between the driver and us, not wanting anyone to snoop on our conversation. I retrieved my phone from my purse and quickly dialed a number. The line rang a few times before a familiar voice answered at the other end.
"I'm going back now," I said curtly, skipping any form of greeting. Without waiting for a response, I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my purse.
I leaned back in her seat, trying to stay calm, but inside my mind was a raging storm. I have spent half my life planning, scheming, ensuring every detail fell perfectly into place. Yet now, after all my efforts, nothing was going my way.
It all started more than twenty years ago. I had found my fated mate, but he was alread
