Jack's POV
The taste of failure was bitter in my mouth as I watched the mystery bidder claim the mansion for two hundred million. I'd lost and worse, I'd failed to stop Anna from getting what she wanted. The thought of her smug satisfaction made my blood boil.
I stormed out of the auction house, Lucy trailing behind me in her ridiculous evening gown. The night air did nothing to cool my temper. When I spotted Anna's slim figure heading toward her car, I couldn't stop myself.
"Why?" I called out, my voice cutting through the air. "Why do you have to fight me on everything?"
Anna turned slowly, her expression cold and composed. "That mansion belonged to my mother's family. But of course, you wouldn't remember that, would you? I told you about it when we were married."
The memory hit like a slap. She had mentioned it during one of our rare dinners together. I'd been checking emails on my phone, half-listening as she talked about childhood summers there. Damn it.
