"David Weiss!" Her voice cracked like a whip. "Is this the dignity you promised me? That woman you married is flaunting her kept man, and now his trashy family has taken over your home? Divorce Mila. Immediately. I would rather see you alone forever than tethered to that disgrace."
Cold fire spread through my chest. I hung up and marched toward the garage, intent on clearing the vermin personally.
My parking spot was empty.
I stared at the vacant slab. A vein pulsed in my temple.
"Pull the surveillance," I ordered security.
The footage confirmed it. Ryan's smug face filled the screen as he unlocked my car and drove off, laughing.
I turned to the guard. "Call the police. Grand theft auto."
He blinked. "But... sir, Ms. Galloway gave him the keys..."
I rested a hand on his shoulder. "Report the theft, or pack your things. Decide now."
He scrambled for his phone.
I signaled my assistant. "Take me to the penthouse."
In the backseat, I pulled up the live feed from the villa. My jaw clenched.
Josephine Delgado was parading through my living room wearing my mother's vintage silk nightgown. Barking orders at the staff. When a maid hesitated, Josephine kicked her.