Abandoned by All I Took It All Back novel Chapter 111

Vincent glared at Alan, his eyes filled with venom.

This man was holding his wife, right in front of him.

And Summer, pretending to be sick, was lying in the man's arms, looking like she was enjoying it.

Vincent's temples throbbed, his fists clenching. The urge to storm over and pull the two apart burned through him like fire.

Yet he held himself back-swallowing the rage, clinging to what was left of his composure. This wasn't the place. If word got out that his wife had been caught cheating here, how could he ever show his face in public again?

In their three years of marriage, he had given Summer everything.

A mansion, luxury cars, a black card with no limit. And this was how she repaid him? Betrayal.

Fine.

Just fine.

He signaled to his bodyguards nearby. Two burly men in black suits understood immediately and strode toward Alan, restraining him.

Vincent walked up and kicked Alan to the ground.

Alan cried out in pain, his face flushing red. His head spun, and all his strength seemed to drain away. He curled up on the floor, clutching his stomach, unable to get up.

Summer, who had been in his arms, slid to the floor.

Seeing Alan hurt, her first instinct was to reach for him, but her body wouldn't move.

She felt like she was dying from the pain, unable to utter a single word.

Summer struggled to prop herself up, her trembling hand pointing toward her handbag nearby.

Medicine...

Her painkillers were in there. If she didn't take them soon, she would pass out.

But Vincent misinterpreted her gesture, thinking she was trying to call for help.

He sneered and kicked the handbag away. "Trying to call for backup?"

She knew it was enough to let Vincent's imagination run wild.

"Shut up!" Summer shoved Iris's hand away with all her might, but the action only fueled Vincent's rage.

"You dare to hit her?" he roared, yanking Summer to her feet, then deliberately letting go as she struggled to stand.

Summer collapsed again, her knees hitting the hard floor. Blood seeped through the fabric of her gown.

Vincent glanced toward the VIP lounge at the end of the hall. There was no doubt in his mind that Summer wouldn't have access to a place like that on her own.

She was lying. That man must have taken her there.

And what were they doing inside?

A man and a woman, alone, with Summer dressed so beautifully...

The more Vincent thought, the angrier he became, his mind consumed by the fury of her betrayal.

Summer was on the verge of fainting from the pain.