Chapter 2
“Enough with this fake amnesia bullshit. It’s getting old. Keep this up and I won’t be so nice.”
I pulled out the ring I’d just taken off while washing my hands–my husband and I had made this ring together. It wasn’t expensive, but it meant everything to me.
Damon stared for a second, then doubled over laughing.
“This piece of junk–is it even worth five bucks? You’re so broke someone actually married you? Some fifty–year–old creep? Or maybe some limp–dick loser?”
Ivy came up behind Damon, wrapping her arms around him and breathing in his ear.
“Maybe it’s charity work. Her brain probably got scrambled when she jumped off that temple. Marrying off the mentally disabled early is doing society a favor, right? Who else would want her?”
The room exploded with laughter.
Damon bent over cracking up, sweeping Ivy into his arms for another round of tongue action.
I stood there holding my ring like a complete fool.
Just as I was about to put it away, Ivy snatched it.
“Oh wow, there’s even a name engraved inside. G–G–what a fake little prop.”
I reached for my ring, but she stuffed it in her pocket.
“Drink up and I’ll give your little toy back.”
Damon shoved a bottle of hard liquor at me.
I shook my head firmly.
“I don’t drink. Ever. And I really don’t know you.”
His face changed instantly as he slapped me hard across the face, his nails leaving scratches that burned like fire.
“Still with the act?! Look how BOLD you’ve gotten after a few years. Actually trying to defy me?!”
Everyone around us moved without him even asking, pinning me to the floor and forcing my mouth open.
Ivy pretended to help while totally making things worse.
“Scarlett loves you more than anything, Damon. Maybe she just got spoiled being on her own. You can train that out of her.
Don’t be mad.”
Damon snorted and jammed the bottle against my lips.
“Scarlett! Time to learn some manners!”
I kept my teeth clenched, refusing every drop.
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Chapter 2
Ivy’s eyes lit up with an idea. She “accidentally” slipped and dropped her full weight onto my waist.
“Oops! This floor is so slippery!”
CRACK.
Agony shot through my back.
I gasped involuntarily, and all that bitter, burning alcohol poured down my throat.
Red welts immediately broke out all over my skin, itching like crazy.
One of the girls asked nervously:
“Damon, is this allergy gonna kill her?”
Damon frowned and waved them off, looking at me with zero guilt and total blame.
“If you can’t drink, why didn’t you SAY so?! You drank it on purpose to make me feel bad. Look at your disgusting rash–totally kills the mood.”
I was on the floor coughing my guts out, feeling like I was gonna puke my entire stomach.
“Give me back… my ring…”
Ivy pulled the ring out of her pocket and tossed it into my pile of vomit, then dumped a trash can over my head.
I frantically searched through the filth, my hands covered in garbage.
Damon laughed at my pathetic state.
“G–G. What a trashy name for your fake husband. Probably some country hick who drives for rich people. Bet he’s ugly as hell, with saggy moobs and so fat he can’t see his own dick.”
Laughter crashed around me like a storm, drowning out everything else.
I was furious, clutching my recovered ring tight.
“My husband’s name is Griffin Grayson! Griffin Grayson! I won’t let you talk about him like that! And I was staring because my husband has the exact same watch! Not for any other reason!”
For a moment, the air went dead silent.
Damon stepped on my hand, and my ring went flying.
His voice was shocked and furious.
“What did you just say?!”
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