"Yeah! Someone get a picture of him! Post it online!"
I laughed in disbelief. I grabbed my suitcase and slammed it down in front of them:
"Sabina, why don't you tell them who's REALLY chasing someone else's spouse!"
The suitcase bounced open on impact. Eustace let out a shriek and crouched down.
Sabina looked at his leg, at a red welt no bigger than a fingernail.
Her expression darkened in an instant:
"Stephen! Are you DONE? Eustace and I are legally married! So tell me, who's the one harassing someone else's spouse?"
I stared at her, stunned. A bitter laugh escaped my throat:
"Sabina. This is what you call a fake marriage? You got a marriage certificate and you're still calling it fake?"
She realized her slip the moment the words left her mouth. Guilt flickered across her face before she deflected:
"All this over a stupid bracelet? You came here to assault people over a bracelet?"
"Stephen, I never knew you were this cold. This selfish. This inhuman!"
My eyes went wide as Sabina stormed back into the apartment.
She came out holding the bracelet I treasured more than anything in this world.
And she hurled it at the ground.
"You want your bracelet so badly? Take your piece of junk and GET OUT!"