Grey stood his ground, unable to let go. He gave the man a scathing glare, and the man did the same in return. Each man refused to back down, continuing to fight each other’s gaze like two wolves about to pounce on each other.
The vicinity turned into a battle arena between the two predators. Unable to endure the silence any longer, I cleared my throat. “Please stop,” I whispered to both of them before they did something drastic, like punching each other in the face.
The stranger's strong hand tightened on mine. In chilling hostility, he finally spoke, his eyes never leaving Grey's. “Drop my wife's hand.”
My ex-husband's expression hardened. He clenched his left fist at his side, and his jaw tightened in response. For a fleeting moment, I thought he would argue, but then he completely
