Chapter 30

"Made just for you... Your soul will shape its notes..." Zachary muttered the words under his breath, his jaw tightening. He was Genevieve's husband, yet she had never once made a custom fragrance for him. But now, she was doing it for a stranger. Did Genevieve have any idea how stupid that was? He scrolled to her contact and called. "Sorry, the number you've dialed is unavailable. Please try again later." Genevieve had blocked his number. Zachary's chest heaved with anger when his screen suddenly lit up. Sylvia was calling. He answered impatiently, "Mom, what is it?" Sylvia didn't sound any calmer. "Zachary, where are you? Why did Genevieve come back with Tristan?" Zachary abruptly hung up and slammed his foot on the gas. Half an hour later, the car skidded into the driveway with a sharp screech, swinging into a tight arc at the entrance of the Lambert residence. Zachary got out of the car and slammed the door hard. He gripped his phone so hard that his knuckles went white