Derek approached, grabbing Tara's arm but she wrenched free. "I've been with him since childhood. I'm the one who knows him, who understands him! You're just a gold-digging whore who stole him away! Now he's more focused on your drama than on me!"
I smiled coldly. "Not my fault if he married me instead of keeping his attention on you. Perhaps you should ask yourself why."
"Get away from our special table," Tara hissed, her hands trembling. "This is OUR place."
"Seems like a public restaurant to me." I took another bite.
"You don't deserve any of this. You don't deserve him!"
"Neither do you, apparently," I replied, watching her face contort.
Derek tried to pull her back, but she lunged forward, grabbing a steak knife from my table. Her eyes were wild and unhinged.
"You should just die for coming between us! Then I’ll have him all to myself." she screamed and drove the knife straight into my chest.
I woke up feeling like my chest had been torn apart.
Every heartbeat sent waves of pain through my skull. I tried to lift my hand but even that small movement felt like torture.
"She's waking up! Get the doctor!" a voice called out from somewhere above me.