"Know your place, stop pestering Mia! You hear me?"
Jude pointed at my nose boldly. It seemed now as if he was Mia's husband and I was the other guy.
I was fuming so I kicked him off his chair and starting punching and kicking him.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, my vision went dark, and I almost fainted.
I looked back and saw her holding a half-broken bottle of red wine in her hand.
"Try touching him again!"
I looked at her in disbelief. I never thought she would do such a thing to me, for Jude's sake.
"Fuck you!"
Jude took the opportunity to get up from the ground and punched me in the face.
I was knocked to the ground, but she just stood there coldly.
Her attitude put off my last glimmer of hope.
Perhaps, from the very beginning, I fell for the wrong person.
I was beaten by Jude and curled up on the ground, unable to move due to the pain.
He didn't stop until he was exhausted and out of breath.
"Mia, throw him out! I don't want him disturbing us!"
She thought for a moment and shook her head.
"Mia! He killed your father! Do you still have feelings for him?"
Jude was adding fuel to the fire.
She said nothing, turned and walked to the balcony.