Chapter 7
Victoria wore a simple shirt and shorts, her ponytail bouncing with every spin on the dance floor. Her bright, carefree smile lit up her face, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. She was lost in the music, completely free.
The whole bar couldn't help but watch her, captivated by her presence. Now, she was the center of attention, impossible to ignore.
"Damn, who knew Victoria had it in her?" Someone in the crowd muttered, totally blown away.
But Henry? He was losing his mind.
Five years of marriage, and he'd never seen this side of her- this crazy hot, fearless version.
And watching every single dude in the place eye-stalking her? That was driving him insane!
Under the pulsing lights and thumping bass, Victoria was in her world, just vibing.
Then their eyes met across the room, totally by accident. She blinked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Her stomach turned. "So he's here looking for his precious Sarah."
Just an hour ago, he'd kissed her out of nowhere at home, and now he was here, chasing after another woman.
A wave of bitterness hit her hard.
He just couldn't let Sarah go, yet he wouldn't divorce her either. Screw it. She threw herself into the music, dancing harder, wilder.
Her fingers unbuttoned her shirt one by one, revealing a white camisole that hugged every curve.
As her shirt slipped off one shoulder, she looked nothing short of radiant.
Then, a guy moved in, trying to get close and dance with her.
Victoria paused for a moment, then thought the five years wasted on a man who treated her like a backup.
Screw that. She wasn't anyone's second choice. Tonight was all about her.
She stepped toward the guy, embracing the thrill of freedom.
Glancing up at the VIP section, she noticed Henry was gone.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
"What the hell?"
"Power's out!"
"Turn it back on!"
Chaos erupted. In the darkness, Victoria felt a strong grip on her wrist.
Before she could react, she was pulled off the dance floor.
"Who the hell are you?" she shouted, but before she could say more, she was lifted into someone's arms.
One sniff of that familiar cologne, and she knew. It was Henry.
"What the hell is he doing here? Wasn't he just with Sarah?" Her mind raced, but her body was already reacting.
But she needed to play her part. Pretend she still had amnesia.
She struggled in his arms, kicking and twisting, even biting down on his shoulder.
Henry's grip tightened, his muscles tensing as if he were trying to squeeze the life out of her.
But Victoria didn't stop. She bit down harder, even tasting the metallic tang of blood through his shirt.
Without a word, he carried her out of the bar, throwing her into the car.
"Help! Somebody help me!" Victoria screamed, her voice full of panic. "Shut Up." Henry's voice was low and dangerous.
Startled, Victoria opened her eyes to see his face, feigning shock. "Oh, it's you."
Henry yanked at his collar in frustration, taking in her wary, unfamiliar expression.
Damn. That shirt sliding off her shoulder, those legs tucked under - she looked wild, hot, untamed.
Just minutes ago, she'd been dancing like this, driving every man in the place crazy with want.
Then – bam. He pinned her hard against the leather seat.
The car was cramped, and before Victoria could react, she was suddenly pushed down.
She froze, completely caught off guard, not understanding what Henry was trying to do.
Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, her beautiful eyes wide with shock and fear.
"W-What are you doing?".
Henry was seething with frustration. Ever since the accident, everything had been spiraling out of control. All he wanted was for things to go back to how they used to be.
"I'm making you remember," he said coldly, his voice almost emotionless, before leaning in as if to kiss her.
"Don't!" Victoria was terrified.
The car was stopped right in the middle of the street, and the door was still wide open.
How could he even think about forcing himself on her like this?
She couldn't believe how shameless he had become.
In a panic, Victoria slapped him across the face. The moment the slap landed, her face went pale with shock.
This was the second time today she had slapped him.
Henry, the heir to the Harrison family, who had been pampered his entire life, had never been slapped by anyone.
She was genuinely afraid that, in his fury, he might strangle her right there.
"I... I didn't mean it! You can't do this! I told you, I don't like you. Even if my memory comes back, I still won't like you! You're so cruel, so terrifying!" Her voice trembled, her words coming out in a rush.
The fear in her eyes struck Henry deep in the chest.
His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes darkened even further with a mix of coldness and some unknown, complicated emotion. It was only now that he truly understood what was going on.
He tried to tell himself that his anger came from the fact that they weren't divorced yet, and she was flaunting herself for everyone to see. He couldn't stand it, and it frustrated him to no end.
Diana reached over and gently ruffled Victoria's hair, and without a word, Victoria buried her face in her arms, holding her tight.
Diana didn't pull away, allowing her to cling to her for a moment. But soon, she felt something damp against her skin where Victoria's face was pressed.
The cool night breeze tousled their hair, but it also carried away some of the frustration and pain that had weighed down on Victoria.
Later that night, after they'd showered and gotten into bed, they talked about everything. It wasn't until four in the morning that they finally drifted off to sleep.
Victoria was woken by the shrill sound of her phone ringing. Still groggy, she answered, her voice thick with sleep. "Hello?"
There was a brief pause before a sharp voice broke through the silence.