This was the woman I'd loved with my life. She had turned herself into a blade and driven it straight through my heart.
"Oh my, would you look at that! Kerry's eyes are turning red—he must really love you, May!"
"Ha! Too bad his precious May threw him away ages ago. And now she's the one who set him up."
Mark's mocking laughter rang out, and then he splashed his wine directly into my face.
"Pathetic. Back then, I drank a few extra glasses of your wine, and you tried to kill me for it." He leaned closer, sneering. "Now look at you—a dead fish strapped to a board, waiting to be gutted."
May watched me, amusement dancing in her eyes as she took in my humiliated, wine-soaked face. "Why are you looking at us like that? We're simply giving you a taste of your own medicine."
She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "I'd say I'm being generous, really. I didn't break your legs. I'm giving you a chance to win your way out."
The moment she said it, the shareholders who had betrayed me—along with every gambler in the room—erupted into laughter.
"Win his way out? Him?" someone howled. "Ms. Harding brought in the new God of Gamblers just to face him!"