Xavier had to go back home, heart heavy, angry as hell and yet determined to get his wife back whatever the price was. He’d have to endure anything she might throw at him - literally and figuratively speaking. He was that determined and then some!
When he reached the villa, he wasn’t that surprised to see Angel Luis running towards him in glee. “Papa! Papa!” His little boy called. He crouched down to engulf him in a hug - a hug he was pretty sure he was the one who needed it - and Angel Luis asked him, “Donde esta Amira?”
Where is Amira, huh? Xavier echoed in his head, wincing at the very words and what they implied. Oh, how he wished he was with her, or she was still here with him.
He sighed in dismay. “No lo sé,” he told him, a tight smile plastered on his face.
Telling his curi
