Other half.

Ryan POV:

With the snap of fingers, I got my hand on fucking Matt. How dare he try to sell material from black to my wife? I want to bury 6fts in the ground. My men did all the work. Getting him from his hideout, sending him to mine and with the little threats and violence, the man backed up immediately. He knew it wouldn't end well for him to fuel my anger. Although I am not going to let him get away.

When Ana arrived, a sharp piercing pain waved through my heart. I felt like someone stabbed me in the organ and twisted the knife. She was still wearing the clothes from yesterday and now they were wrinkly, her hair was disheveled, there wasn't a hint of any artificial content on her face. She was still beautiful but the natural glow which she usually has, is now replaced by the paleness and anxiety.

I am such a failure. I promised myself that I would keep her safe from the cold gush of the wind, but I couldn't. "Hey." I whispered. She forced a smile, but I couldn't return it.

I can't