Yesterday cannot be traced

It was the sixth year of my marriage to Seraphina Sterling, and her 88th kept man showed up at our door.

I kept my face calm, expertly handling the situation.

Then, I got a message: my three-year-old daughter had been kidnapped by her new secretary and boy toy, Damon Thorne.

I begged her to save our daughter, but she just wrapped her arms around Damon and glared at me.

“Caleb Knight, three years ago, you used every dirty trick in the book to marry me, just to get rid of Damon.”