Chapter 50

After saying that, Giselle got closer to Donovan and ran her fingers over his custom-tailored shirt. "She bought this for you, didn't she? Honestly? It's kind of hideous." Before he could react, she pulled the cigarette from her lips and pressed it into the fabric, burning a hole in the shirt out of spite. "Are you mad?" he roared, shoving her away forcefully. Seeing the damage, Donovan's fury boiled over. He felt like he could choke her to death. It wasn't about the shirt, which had cost tens of thousands. What enraged him was the sheer madness Giselle dared to show, right here in his office. Giselle knew this shirt well. If she was right, it was from a luxury brand Anne had invested in, one that Anne had explicitly designed for Donovan. Anne was a creative woman—an accomplished violinist and a skilled fashion designer. Renee had poured money into Anne's fashion business, determined to see her succeed. Not only had Donovan agreed to marry Anne—something that still stung Gisell