Chapter 13 #2
“I would’ve been genuinely happy for you and Phil. Dammit, Dam, I’m your best friend. Do you think I care whether you like to fuck pussies or asses?” He flinches at my crude words and looks at me with such remorse and sadness that the pain in my chest only intensifies.
“No, I mean… I wasn’t sure,” he admits quietly, and ouch, that hurts.
“It makes no difference. None at all. That’s why it hurts like hell that you both, you three…” My gaze drifts back to my wife and I freeze. Damien follows my gaze, and beside me, I hear a sharp, “Oh shit!”
Within seconds I’m on my feet, but Damien holds me back.
“Let her handle it. She needs to stand up for herself, especially in front of a snake like Sarah, who still thinks she has a claim on you just because she fucked you a few times.”
“I still don’t get why you ever slept with her.
She’s annoying and dumb,” Cedric throws in smugly and earns himself my middle finger.
“If that bitch is dumb enough to go after your WIFE at your wedding, especially with your sister around… sorry, bro, then she’s asking for it.
” A dirty grin spreads across his face, and I wonder how well he actually knows Amelia, because he clearly suspects what’s coming.
Whereas I have no idea.
Ced claps me reassuringly on the shoulder, sensing how tense I am, while I keep my eyes locked on my wife. Sarah deliberately collided with Amelia, drenching her dress in champagne, and now she’s out for payback.
I haven’t been able to hear what they were saying, but now Sarah’s voice rings through the room.
“You filthy bitch.”
Before I can react, Amelia’s head jerks to the side, because that stupid bitch just slapped her hard.
Fuck.
My nostrils flare and I clench my jaw tightly.
She’s going to pay for that.
“Okay, maybe now you should step in,” Ced comments dryly, but I’m already on the move. Security starts to intervene, but I wave them off. This is my job. I’ll handle my wife and that bitch myself.
“You stupid bitch, how dare you talk to me like that? I was meant for Nicolas, and just because he had to marry you after you killed his brother doesn’t mean you can get away with everything. You scheming, dumb bitch!”
Lizzy looks ready to jump between them with a murderous glare, but Amelia is faster. Without any warning, she lunges at Sarah, grabs her by the hair, and drags her to the ground.
Holy shit.
“Ahh! Help! You psycho… you bitch—” With a thud, my slightly unhinged wife’s fist connects with Sarah’s nose, and blood splatters.
A crowd forms around them, and I lose sight of them for a second, but people step aside quickly once they realize who’s trying to get through.
My sister is yelling at one of Sarah’s friends and looks like she’s about to join the fight too.
But I’ll leave her to Cedric—I need to get to Amelia.
I need to get this madwoman away from her.
With a murderous glare and boiling rage in my gut, I reach them just as my wife climbs off Sarah. And holy shit, that look—I never want her to look at me like that. Pure, unfiltered hatred.
“Touch me like that again and I’ll kill you. You’re insane,” she hisses and turns to me, adjusting her dress and the crooked tiara. But apparently, Sarah isn’t done yet. She screams in a shrill voice and jumps at Amelia from behind.
Fuck.
Lizzy screams as I try to catch Amelia, but I’m too slow, everything happens so fast, and I can only watch as they crash to the floor again. Security rushes in, and this time, I let them.
But they’re not fast enough. Sarah lands a solid hit before I rip her off my wife.
Amelia groans and clutches her eye, lying there dazed.
“Shit, they’re like two raging bulls. What the hell was that?” Ced asks me, now at my side, looking a little desperate, and I glance at him sideways.
“My Goldilocks showed her claws and fought back. That’s all.”
But Sarah is out of her mind and tries to lunge at my wife again. Over my dead body.
“Ah-ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warn her, grabbing her arm. I nod to Ced, who takes hold of Sarah while I reach for my little wife, who has just been helped up by security and now stands before me, panting and gasping.
She looks like something out of a horror movie, dress torn and bloodied, one eye already bruising, makeup smeared. Still, her eyes shoot daggers toward Sarah, who’s being handed over to security by Cedric, and they’re struggling to keep her under control.
“Nic, have this lunatic arrested. She’s insane. She tried to kill me. Just like she did with your brother.”
What the fuck?
Amelia lunges forward and I barely catch her around the waist, pulling her back and wrapping my arm around her. I lift her up because she’s kicking and screaming.
“Easy, Goldilocks, I think you’ve done enough,” I murmur in her ear, which only makes her more furious, but I’ve got her safely in my grip.
“Let me go. Let me the fuck go.” She’s trembling all over, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.
“Not a chance. You’ve fought enough, Rambo,” I tell her and throw her over my shoulder. As I walk away, I lock eyes with Sarah, still struggling against the guards.
“Come near her again, touch her one more time, and I will kill you. Got it?” My voice echoes loud enough through the hall that Sarah clearly hears the threat.
And so does everyone else still present.
Her eyes widen in shock, and tears well up, but I don’t give a damn.
I don’t spare her another glance, just look briefly at Ced.
“Make sure everyone keeps their mouths shut.” He nods, and I carry my wife out of there.