Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Chapter 11 No Room for a Third Party in My Marriage

Eric was as sharp-tongued as ever. I almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up.

Jeremiah's expression grew darker as

he hissed through gritted teeth, "Eric, this is between me and my wife. What does have to do with an outsider like you?"

Then, he grabbed my hand. "Come with me!"

Before I could react, he yanked me out of my seat. But another hand gripped my other arm firmly

before Jeremiah could drag me far.

I was startled and turned to see Eric holding me. There was clear concern in his eyes, and his

expression was cold as he confronted Jeremiah. “If there's anything you have to say, you can say it here."

Jeremiah's eyes were stormy, and his grip on my hand tightened. "This is between us. What does it have to do with you, Eric? Let go!"

men. I could

restaurant, and it was lunch hour. Their commotion drew the attention of several onlookers, and I didn't want to

let go, Mr. Flint.

things we need

gaze was deep and unreadable

couldn't be deciphered.

I smiled. “Got it."

anger flared once he noticed my smile. He dragged

his car which was parked by the side of

I calmly settled into

watched him slam the door shut after getting in. Just as I thought he'd drive away, he sat in

He couldn't bear to leave Elsa on

filled with rage. He eyed me suspiciously as he

out laughing sarcastically. "A filthy heart sees filth in

purple with rage. “How dare

cut him off with a sigh, “Jeremiah, my decision to divorce you has nothing to do with

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