Chapter 33

Eros'S POV

"Who the hell is he?" I asked as I sat in my office, my private investigator raised an eyebrow. My heart was pumping and I was out for blood. I tried to be calm but my hands shook even as I tangled them together.

"Oliver Knight Grande. Twenty-seven and a breast cancer survivor...your highness" he finished meekly, adding the greetings later like he was thinking about it.

I didn't mind.

"My question is, what the fuck does he want with my wife?" I growled and tugged on my tie. I pulled it off and unfastened the first button from the top.

"A boyfriend. They have been spotted together seven days a week" he slid and envelope towards me and I took it, my hands shaking as I pulled the numerous pictures out.

I gulped as they stood in front of Walmart, he was holding several bags and she looker like she was laughing. She had gained so much weight, still so perfect.?