“Miss Veronica,” Gabriel’s familiar voice drawled, amused and low, “have you lost your mind? You married my son, Sebastian. That makes me your father-in-law.” He chuckled softly, sarcasm lacing his tone. “Why ask me all of a sudden? Did you finally decide I’m the better choice, even with the age difference?”
I closed my eyes as memories flooded back.
Five years ago, Gabriel Smith had been the first man who truly caught my attention. He possessed everything my father admired—refinement, intelligence, authority. His quiet presence alone commanded respect, and people listened whenever he spoke. I had been young then, perhaps too young, but the attraction had been undeniable.
My father disapproved immediately. Gabriel was his friend, nearly fifteen years older than me. “You’re not meant for him,” my father had warned firmly. “And he’s not meant for you.”
So I let Gabriel go.
But not this time.
“No, Mr. Smith,” I said softly. “I’m leaving your son because I just discovered I’m actually his mistress… not his wife.” My voice faltered slightly. “So… if you’re willing, could you come pick me up in a few days?”