VICTORIA'S POV
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"Please don't," I ask my husband as kindly as I can while staring at his face that reminds me of what he had done, what I had witnessed. That rage of his betrayal resurfaces hot and sticky.
Jax glances down at me, eyes narrowed.
"You're interviewing for another job?" He asks with disdain, head tilting.
I remain silent, merely staring at him while mentally screaming at him, it's none of your f*****g business! I force myself to calm down before Jeremy can smell the hostility taking over my body at this very moment.
"Wow," Jax drags out, scoffing as he shakes his head, and then he turns to Jeremy, eyes as cold as the night I caught him in the locker room with Audrey.
Don't do it. Don't say it. My fingers curl into balls, nails digging into my palms, probably leavin
