After dating Jared for years, Theresia had met almost all of his sketchy friends.
Theresia’s expression turned icy, her voice dropping low. “Move. Now.”
The guy in the loud floral shirt jumped up, crossing his arms and throwing her a smug grin. “You’re not leaving with Helena until you talk things out with Jared.”
Helena would never get this drunk on her own, not with these people. They must have slipped her something. As for why Jared had set this up, it was obvious. He wanted Theresia to show up.
Realizing this, Theresia slowly turned and scanned the crowd, looking for Jared. She spotted him surrounded by women, soaking up the attention.
He caught her looking. A lazy, knowing smile spread across his face. “Theresia. Look who finally noticed me. I was starting to think you’d forgotten I existed.”
There was a hint of self-pity in his voice, but to Theresia, it just sounded pathetic.
She met his eyes and asked, steady and cool, “So, Jared, what exactly do you want from me?”
Jared lit up at her softer tone. He shrugged off the women around him and staggered over, eyes glazed with booze and something darker.
He stopped right in front of her, staring like he could burn a hole through her. He reached out and tilted her chin up, getting way too close. “Theresia, that guy you met at the stables… is he your new fling?”
“But it’s fine now. You’re divorced. We can start over. Theresia, no matter how perfect other guys seem, your first choice is always the best. I’m the one you’re meant to be with.”
Jared was getting more worked up, his eyes burning. All he could think about was pinning her down and finally having her.
His breath came faster. He stared at her soft, red lips, and leaned in, ready to kiss her.
Right before he could touch her, a sharp pain shot through his fingers.

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