The Wife Who Walked Away Richer
From the bruise forming on Lucas’s chin, I knew the force was Damien’s punch.
Damien pulled me into his arms, looking me all over with a cold look on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Y-yes.” I stammered, still shaken by what just happened.
At my response, Damien was off my side the next minute. He approached Lucas, who had a hand on his aching chin.
“How dare you lay your filthy hands on my wife?” Damien asked as he stood right in Lucas’s face. Before Lucas could even respond, Damien gave him another punch that sent him staggering backwards.