“You scoundrel!” Gerard threw a punch and hit Thomas square in the face.
“I trusted you like a brother, and you stabbed me in the back!”
Thomas staggered back a couple of steps and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He said coldly, “You’re the one who pushed her toward me. From the moment you started lying to her, this was bound to happen.”
“You bastard!” Gerard roared and raised his fist to swing again.
I quickly threw on some clothes and rushed over.
“What on earth are you doing?” I stepped between them and glared at Gerard. “Mr. Larson, whatever my husband and I do in our bedroom is none of your business. What gives you the right to hit him?”
Gerard’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my hand, his voice shaking, “Leonie, I’m your husband. I’m Gerard…”
I pushed him away. “Are you insane? What are you even talking about? Have you been drinking?”
Frantic, Gerard pulled out his ID and held it up with trembling hands. “Look, Leonie, this is real. My name’s Gerard Morgan. I’m your legal husband. The guy standing next to you is Thomas Larson. He’s an impostor!”
I let out a cold laugh. “Then why did you say your name was Thomas before? If you were really my husband, why would you lie to me? And didn’t you say Claudia is your girlfriend? She’s pregnant, isn’t she?”
That shut him up. He opened his mouth but could not get a word out.
I grabbed Thomas’s hand, my voice steady and firm. “I don’t care who you are. Right now, he is my husband. And you? You’re a stranger. So leave. Now.”
“Leonie, you can’t let him fool you!”
Gerard looked desperate. He came closer to grab my hand. Then, he cupped my face and leaned in like he was about to kiss me.
Thomas kicked him in the stomach, knocking him backward.
“Can’t you see she wants nothing to do with you?”
The veins in Gerard’s temples bulged, his face twisted in rage. “Thomas, you scumbag! Leonie is my wife. Why can’t
I kiss her?”
“Well, based on her current memory, I’m the husband. Not you.”
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Gerard lunged at Thomas again, fists flying.
However, he suddenly doubled over, groaning in pain and clutching his stomach.
I did not waste a second. I shoved him out the door and slammed it shut, locking it tight behind him.
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