I wanted to know what was going on tonight, so I grabbed a coat and rushed to the shoe cabinet, only to find the scarf I had given him lying quietly on the floor. When I picked it up, I saw that there were clear footprints on it.
I’d spent over ten days knitting that scarf, pricking my fingers more times than I could count. And he’d just tossed it aside.
As such, I clenched it and emotionlessly tossed it into the trash can.
I then called a taxi and headed to the bar where Zachary had gotten into the fight. When I arrived, I saw him holding a woman, who was crying into his chest. On her wrist was that very gold bracelet.
Vivian's POV
“Those guys spilled drinks on Zachary’s friend, so Zachary started a fight with them,” his friend rushed over, his face flushed with panic. “He drank too much tonight—I’m worried he’s going to get into serious trouble.”