She clenched her teeth and screamed, “Gideon! Whatever’s between us, it’s our business. But now your wife picked the fight herself. What are you going to do about it?!”
Marianne's POV
Everyone in the city knew that Gideon and Arabella were sworn enemies. Whenever they crossed paths, it always ended in a fight.
Back in school, their battles were the stuff of legend. She once tried to poison his lunch, and he hired people to throw a sack over her head in return.
Eventually, they struck a truce that as long as neither crossed the line, they’d leave each other alone.
And yet, facing a woman like that, someone he hated so deeply, he still turned on me tonight.
“Marianne,” his voice was cold, his face stormy, “this time you went too far. Arabella was just joking. Don’t make people think we can’t take a joke. Apologize.”
A laugh bubbled up in my chest, bitter and sharp.
With a trembling voice, I said, “You forgot everything she’s done to you?”
He shot back without hesitation. “I already broke her collarbone for you. That scar is still there. What more do you want?”
His words stunned me, and for a moment, I forgot why I had once risked my life for him.