CALISTA POV

"Davis?" A softly called the name of my husband's personal assistant as he was dragging a limp body that was very obviously my husband and also obviously smelled of alcohol as well as if he had dived into a pool of it.

Davis dragged him a few more steps looking at me sympathetically.

"I really tried to make him stop but it was just one bottle after the other and there was nothing I could do..."

He said in an apologetic tone as he dropped Greyson on the couch and Greyson lay there peacefully with a groan, while I was left to be baited with shame obviously people...