Shoving her chair back, she stood and rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight me.
I almost forgot—she was the only woman in this clique, yet always claimed to be “one of the guys.”
She drove away any girlfriends that the men brought in, sneering and sowing discord until they broke up.
She thrived on being the only girl among men, enjoying the attention.
Too bad I wasn’t about to indulge her.
I leaned back with a cold smile. “I won’t return it. What will you do about it?”
Chloe punched me square in the face.
“Lily, I’ve put up with you long enough.”
She yanked my hair, forcing my head down.
“Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you. Even if you’re Ethan’s wife, I’ll hit you all the same.”
Gasps sounded around us.
“Chloe, stop it—don’t go too far.”
“If Ethan sees this, he’ll go ballistic.”
“That’s his wife, for God’s sake…”
Chloe sneered over her shoulder.
“So what? You all know Ethan values his ‘brothers’ above all else. I’ve beaten up his past girlfriends plenty, and he never said a word.”
Her grip tightened, nearly ripping my hair from my scalp.
Her eyes gleamed with spite, as if to say: Even as his wife, you don’t matter.