Jonathan's POV
God, if You really reserve the toughest fights for Your strongest warriors, then I deserve some recognition right about now.
Because I abandoned my gorgeous wife to hunt down a physician, and in doing so, I might have destroyed our marriage entirely.
As if our relationship wasn't already hanging by the thinnest thread imaginable.
The corridor stretched endlessly before me while everyone else seemed to vanish into thin air. My footsteps echoed against the marble floors, creating a rhythm that matched the thunderous pounding of my heart.
Right as I approached the main ballroom, Sarah Renata materialized directly in my path. Her hair was a disheveled mess, and her dress strap had slipped down her shoulder, exposing more skin than appropriate.
The alcohol radiating from her was overwhelming as she wobbled forward, attempting to wrap her arms around my neck. I sidestepped her advance quickly, desperate to locate help for Savannah.
