Two Years Ago
Gerrard’s POV
I stand motionless, watching them both as they whisk around the dance floor, his hands on her body like they belong there.
I can't believe it’s her, she’s here! How?! How is she here and why is that asshole touching what is mine? Why is she letting him?
I can’t seem to make my feet move, it’s like they’ve become cemented to the floor, all I can do is stare until the tall man holding her, leans closer, his lips practically brushing her ear as he whispers something to her. Zoe’s smile is coy as she replies, and that intimate moment is what manages to get me moving.
I slip through the crowd, eyes pinned to my wife, forcing down the roar of jealousy and anger toward the other man, I assume she’s not told anyone that she belongs to someone else, that she’s mine.
