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I stood still as I replied sarcastically, "Oh? Too bad you'll always be the shameful third party as long as I don't get divorced." "You!" Johnny was enraged, and he punched me right in the face. "I'll kill you!" That was when Mindy suddenly appeared and saw everything that happened.

I kept my voice calm, but a sharp pain tore through my chest, as if something inside me had been ripped apart. It was almost suffocating. Tracie let out a mocking snort. She rummaged through her drawer for a set of divorce papers prepared in advance and signed her name without hesitation. "Aren't you tired of playing the separation card yet? Fine, I'll play along, but you'd better not regret this. I won't soften up, no matter how much you beg later."

She replied sarcastically, with that deadpan face Jax recognized because he has the same expression when he’s annoyed. To cover his frustration, Jax muttered a swear under his breath and then put a timid smile on his face, nodding yes to whatever his sister had planned. When he looked about, he had to squint because his attention landed on the banned on his left. ‘Speed dating!’ read the words, and as if heaven and hell had descended on him, Jax realized what was going on: his sister had set him up. The line is long, composed of both girls and boys, and he’s obliged to date them right now. “Am I that hopeless?” he wondered aloud, emphasizing the word ‘that.’

Blood trailed down my forehead, blurring my vision. Through the haze of red, I saw Domenico freeze. Panic flickered across his face as he stepped forward, wanting to check my wound. But Lorita got to me first. Her nails dug into my arm as she pretended to steady me. Instinctively, I shoved her off.

The kind of woman who didn’t wait for anyone’s approval. For once, I wasn’t dressing for Lester. I was dressing for myself. When I walked into the hotel bar, the air felt alive. Soft jazz played in the background, and the clinking of glasses blended with low conversation. The place smelled faintly of whiskey , elegant and a little dangerous and I felt Out of place. I took a seat at the bar, crossing my legs and pretending my pulse wasn’t racing. I wasn’t here for love. I wasn’t here to flirt, not really. I was here to take back something Lester had stolen from me.

A powerful force sent Henry stumbling backward, releasing his grip on me. I gasped, finding myself free from his clutches. Before I could fully comprehend what happened, I saw Davis, anger etched on his face, his fist connecting with Harvey's jaw. The blow was forceful, sending Henry crashing to the floor, unconscious. "Davis?" I stammered, surprise and relief washing over me as I steadied myself. He ignored my question, shooting a disdainful look at the unconscious Harvey. "Get up," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.