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Aaron’s accusation brought me back to reality. Emily was the one sit ting at the table with Vincent’s arm wrapped around her, so what did that make me?

His friends watched with rapt attention, and none of them dared to make a sound. Their eyes flicked between us, taking in the drama as it un folded. My torture felt like cheap entertainment.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to struggle anymore.

Emily bit her lip. The way she pouted and batted her eyelashes at Vincent made me sick to my stomach.

“Quit f*cking playing. Get your hands off my girlfriend.” Vincent’s patience ran thin. I saw the anger simmering in his eyes as his breathing grew heavier, his chin lifting slightly. It seemed as if he’d strike Aaron out of anger at any moment.

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It made me a bit excited, to be honest.

Vincent’s enraged expression made me feel… giddy. My frustration morphed into something that felt like satisfaction. I was vindicated. I’d learned of his betrayal in the cold quiet of our empty apartment, but now that he was exposed in public, now that he was shamed in front of his friends he distanced me from-he was caught, in every sense of the word.

“I said no,” Aaron replied c*olly, mimicking Vincent’s chin raise, mocking him

Vincent jerked his arm away from Emily, snarling, “Get the f*ck off me!” In the next second, he was throwing a punch.

The table shook as he lunged forward, and Emily screamed, trying to pull Vincent back. A few of his other friends stepped in to hold him, but he shook them ofl.

Aaron rushed to put me behind him, then ducked out of the way of Vincent’s h*ok

Vincent didn’t stop

We had the full attention of everyone in the bar now, and some had their phones out to record the show. Vincent’s friends stepped back, giv ing up on trying to stop him.

It’s normal to enjoy competition over yourself, right?

At that moment, I felt like Helen of Troy, though I knew that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

But as much as I was thrilled by the confrontation, it wasn’t the show down with Vincent that I wanted. I didn’t understand what Aaron was try ing to accomplish by picking a fight like this, either.

I quickly walked around the two scuffling men and grabbed Vincent’s arm, trying to calm him.

“Stop!” I shouted, using every ounce of strength in my body to hold Vincent still, but it was no use. He shoved me away and charged once more toward Aaron.

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the table, pain sweeping across my ribs

could already imagine the nasty bruise that was

my willpower not to rush

noticed Aaron’s alarmed expression. He paused, taking his focus off of Vincent, and shouted at me, “Are you

fist into his face. Aaron s*aggered back with a busted lip, blood staining his mouth crimson. I was ashamed that my first thought was that, in his disheveled state,

A woman’s scream rang out

I didn’t recognize rushed forward, her auburn hair falling around her face. It

we shared the same shade of green

strikingly similar as

related-we didn’t share the same face-but I was certain that everyone

throwing her

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the f*ck do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed, glaring daggers at Vincent. Her arms were crossed tightly over

cause I will ruin your life for laying your filthy hands

froze, and Vincent stared at her with wide eyes. I felt the crowd’s confused glances between her

sorry, who are you?” Vincent asked, taking a napkin Emily meekly handed him

clutching my ribs with one hand while I watched the

actually given me a straight answer when I asked if he was single,

was she his girlfriend, but we looked somewhat alike! I must’ve been

my lips even

said matter-of-factly. “His girlfriend. Who the hell

People around me whispered, “Aaron actually has a

didn’t say anything, and his stare seemed more humiliating to me than anything

a little too much to drink.” Emily suddenly said. Aller glancing back and forth between Molly and me, she said more confidently, “You have Olive confused with

There was a great

mean the redhead?” Molly looked at me in surprise as if she just noticed

hostility. She didn’t even bother asking me what my name was. How arrogant

didn’t think I could be humiliated anymore tonight. Any victory I felt over Vincent’s

I didn’t care who I

a step toward us,

in his tracks, thinking, then suddenly leaned forward to examine my face. I