Sylas’ POV

The meeting was dragging, not because it wasn’t important, it was, but it was dragging because my mind really wasn’t in it. Loud voices filled the boardroom and I occasionally glanced up when projections, numbers and strategies were brought up.

But none of them mattered or were important enough to grab my attention. My mind was only focused on my wife, Vera.

I could still recall the way she had smiled this morning when I had woken up by her side. I only snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed that all the directors were staring at me.

“Chairman,” the speaker called out, “I asked what you...