~ Richards POV~
It’s been a week and I still haven’t found her yet. This anger inside is raging more and more everyday. I still cannot believe she ran from me… on our wedding day. She knows what the consequences of disrespecting and embarrassing me in public are. If she’s not dead already… she will be. Once I find her. And I will… find her!
Who does she think she is leaving me like that… I am Richard Fitzgerald III. NOBODY leaves me. Unless it’s in a box. I always get what I want; dead or alive I will get Meredith.
I was sitting in my office looking calm on the outside while fuming with rage within. My mind and thoughts speaking so loudly that it was becoming deafening to my sanity. My eyes glossed over with its consumption turning black as night with each hammering thought.
Riiinnnng…
