Julia's POV
"Get your filthy hands off my woman!" George slapped Theodore's hands off my waist and pulled me towards him.
Theodore chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Your woman? She was mine first but I know how you always want everything that belongs to me." He growled.
"Don't you f*****g dare say that to me." I gave him a backhand slap that left the imprint of my fingers on it. “I’m not some object to be owned.”
The red welt from the impact of the slap was evident on his face and I gasped. I didn’t know where the courage came from but I was angry.
Angry that two people who betrayed me showed up without fear to face me. I regret coming to the event because I wasn’t ready to face them just yet.
But I must admit, that slap made me feel good. Something inside me wanted to do more but we
