Chapter 7

Even after getting married, Rachel couldn’t tame her brash and domineering nature. She partied every night, bouncing from one flashy event to another.

Then, one night at a neon-lit nightclub, she caught sight of a man across the room, locked in a passionate kiss with a delicate-looking woman. The woman was visibly pregnant.

"Hey, Rachel," one of her girlfriends leaned in and whispered. "Isn’t that your husband? Didn’t you say you had him completely whipped? That he wouldn’t dare go against you? Well, what’s he doing out here with a side chick?"

Rachel had been sipping her drink when she followed her friend’s finger toward the scene, and her expression turned stormy. She might not have loved Adrian, but he was still her possession. Seeing someone else lay claim to what was hers stung hard.

And to be humiliated in front of her friends? That was unforgivable.

Just as she started to stand, I grabbed her arm.

"Rachel, not here. This is a public place. If this explodes, you’ll be on th