Richard
I was still reeling from Vanessa's revelation as I drove toward the Mason residence. A part of me wanted to strangle her, and I couldn't stop the dark images flashing through my mind. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, imagining them around her neck instead.
She had a choice—me or her career—and she chose the latter. What a selfish bitch! She'll pay for this when we get home. Did she think I'd be fine standing in the shadows while she parades around, kissing Jared Foster? The thought of them together, making a fool of me, only made my blood boil more.
I was still lost in those thoughts when we arrived at the Mason residence. At the gate, the security guard asked for our invite. Vanessa showed him a text from Karen, and he let us in without a second glance.