The dinner party was already a swirling storm of emotions, and Emily felt caught in the eye of it.
“What the heck do you think you're doing?”
Derek’s anger was like a smoldering fire, barely contained, while Matt’s frustration radiated in waves. Emily stood between the two, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and guilt. She had never wanted a scene like this, not here, not tonight.
“Let go of my woman,” Derek growled, his voice low but menacing. His clenched fists twitched at his sides as he stepped closer to Matt, each step deliberate and challenging.
Matt, however, didn’t flinch. His icy stare met Derek’s with equal determination. He moved forward too, standing mere inches away. The tension was so thick that the room felt as though it were holding its breath. Guests around the
