Miles
Fuck.
She caught me at the worst possible moment.
I never meant for this to happen.
I never meant to be wrapped up in another woman’s arms.
I never meant to hurt my bride.
My wife.
It was a stupid dare. That’s all. A meaningless, impulsive decision. I had to pretend she was Cheryl just to get through it.
But then—Cheryl walked in.
Looking like a fever dream in that maddening black dress.
She wore it for me.
And I was in another woman's arms.
Rage clawed at my chest, burning through my veins.
I pushed through the crowd, my eyes locked on Cheryl—on Chris, who was carrying her like she was his to protect.
His hands were on my wife.
I shouldn’t have left her in his care. Who the f**k knows what he’s been doing to her?
The moment he set her down, I lunged.
My fist collid
