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He waited for my rebuttal.
But I couldn’t give it.
“He’s never been good enough for you?—”
“So he deserves to die?”
“He backstabbed me?—”
“Because you backstabbed him first. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Now my voice rose in complete disregard to the people enjoying their dinner around us. “How dare you.” There were no words to match my anger, no words that could convey the depth of my rage. “Axel doesn’t like you either, but he would neverkillyou. Who are you? Who the fuck are you?”
The hardness in his face started to slacken. “Sweetheart?—”
“Don’t sweetheart me, asshole.”
“Axel made some bad decisions that really messed up my business?—”
“I was almost raped and killed, and the only reason I wasn’t was because of him.”
“That meeting wouldn’t have happened in the first place if Axel had any business sense?—”
I shoved my chair back and got to my feet.
“Scarlett.”
“Fuck off.” I stormed off, leaving him to foot the bill for our wine. It would give me a chance to escape.
But he walked out right behind me and onto the sidewalk. “Scarlett.”
I walked down the sidewalk and headed to my car, which was parked in a lot a block over. My jacket had been left on the back of the chair, so I walked in the cold, but my anger created an inferno of warmth inside me.
“Stop.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Let me explain?—”
“Explain what?” I snapped. “How can you explain this? Who was the guy you were with, and why would he want to kill your business partners?”
“Have you told Axel this?”
“Is that all you care about?”
“No,” he said with a cold voice. “But I don’t want him getting a false version of the truth?—”
“I didn’t say anything to him because I hoped,prayed, that I didn’t overhear what I thought I heard. I didn’t want my father and my husband to pull out their guns and start shooting each other.”
He raised his hand. “Then let’s forget the whole thing.”
“Forget?” I asked incredulously. “You think I can just forget this?”
“No harm was done.”
“Trust me, it was done,” I hissed. I turned away again.
“Sweetheart, please. It’s complicated.”
“It’s not complicated.” I turned back to him. “If I hadn’t been in the right place at the right time, my husband would be dead a few days from now.”
“I wouldn’t have gone through with it once I knew you were back together?—”
“You expect me to believe that?”
