Book 3: My Runaway Wife

Eros's POV

I saw red the moment she hit me. Trembling with fury, I stood frozen for a split second to swallow the insult. I couldn’t react here, but once outside, I would definitely punish her in the worst way possible. She would remember it all her life before lashing out at me! 

I hated women. Now I realized why my dad had never married. 

How dare she hit me? 

I sucked in a deep breath and focused on her, but she had disappeared, taking advantage of my momentary lapse. Where did she go? Wasn’t she here a second ago? I punched in her phone number, only to remember her phone had no charge. 

Mad fury coursed through my veins as I whirled around and retraced my steps back to our table in the VIP section. But Anacá was nowhere in sight. So she hadn’t come back here. Maybe she had gone to the apartment. 

“Maddox, can you help me?” I motioned to him to follow me outside, and he did with a frown. I walked out of