Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 666

Keith had barely cracked the door open when Tarquin came at him with a powerful kick. Unprepared, Keith was sent flying back several feet, crashing into the hall's decorative stand. The ceramic ornaments it held shattered upon impact, littering the floor with sharp fragments.

One particularly nasty piece cut deep into Keith's hand, causing blood to stream down instantly. The darkness that Keith had been hiding in his eyes surfaced immediately. Seeing Tarquin slam the door shut behind him, Keith got up and rushed at him, ignoring his own injuries.

Both men were seething with anger. Tarquin's fury stemmed from Keith's provocations and Elysia's attitude towards Keith. Keith's rage was purely from jealousy-Elysia's affection for Tarquin was more than he could bear.

The room was filled with the sounds of their violent clash, with objects breaking all around them. Keith, despite having one arm in a cast, refused to back down. But his injuries put him at a clear disadvantage, making him an easy target for Tarquin's wrath. It wasn't long before Keith was battered and bruised.

Licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, Keith let out a derisive laugh, provoking Tarquin into delivering another brutal punch. This one seemed to shatter the bones in Keith's face.

Collapsed on the floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood, Keith looked up at Tarquin and continued to laugh. His bloodied smile was haunting, a stark contrast to his usual refined and cultured demeanor. Normally, Keith was an educator who taught both physical education and art, radiating a scholarly aura. But now, he looked more like a bloodthirsty fiend.

guy with one good arm? You're pathetic.

taken aback by the mention of a game, demanded,

you,

"What's your real purpose in getting

eerie as he confessed, "I want to steal

face darkened.

smiling. "Yes, I want to take Elysia and the

"So, you're doing this to get

she's wonderful-beautiful, smart, a great mother,

Keith's chest. "You think you can win her? You're

"You think I can't? At least she allows me to stay close to her. We see each other every day. But she won't let you move in. If you ask me, I think my chances are better

darkened with jealousy. This was a