On my return day, David Moore, my husband, who'd promised to meet me at the airport, suddenly had something come up and sent someone else in his place. But instead, that person blocked me at the airport and said arrogantly, "So you're David's close friend." "Maplewood Road Estates. Get me there now," I demanded urgently. Leo Miller, the butler, had called that morning, saying my grandfather had collapsed, so I'd taken the first flight back. But they didn't budge, standing there like a wall at the arrivals gate and glaring at me with menace. "You b***h! I'll kill you today!" A slap dazed me before more blows rained down. Fortunately, I had some combat skills and flipped attackers onto the ground. "Have you lost your mind? Is this my husband's idea of a welcome?"