The club pulsed with light and music, bodies moving in chaotic rhythm all around, Sarah barely had time to register the bass vibrating through the floor before a vice-like grip clamped onto her bare arm, yanking her backwards. Sarah stumbled, her heels skidding on the slick floor, a cry of protest dying in her throat as she was dragged through the crowd like a ragdoll.
Of all the people she expected to find here, David was the last. In three years of marriage, I'd rarely seen him anywhere outside his office or the mausoleum they called a house. For the longest time, she thought he was simply married to his work. Later, she learned the truth—he was just saving his passion for someone else and that someone was her close friend, Lisa or maybe some other unknown woman.
"David! What the hell are you doing?" Sarah clawed at his grip, slapping his knuckles with her free hand. "Let me go!"
He didn't answer. He plowed forward, his jaw set, his hand like iron around her wrist. He pulled her into a shadowed hallway near the men's restroom, away from the flashing lights and pounding music. Ever since she handed him the divorce papers, he had been acting like some vengeful phantom, whenever he saw her, refusing to let her breathe in peace.
Sarah's back slammed against the wall, a gasp tearing from her chest as David had pushed her with too much force. His grey eyes, were now pools of midnight, dark and furious, turning so dark anyone would have thought that his natural eye color was black.
"Lost your mind, have you?" His voice was like a low snarl, it was hot and venomous against her skin. "Grinding yourself on some stranger like that? Tell me, how much lower can you sink? If I hadn't stopped you, you'd already be on your back for him." his expression grew terrifying unlike anything she had ever seen before.
But instead Sarah's palm itched to strike his cheek, how dare he accuse her of something she hasn't even done. "Watch how you speak to me, David." She shoved against his chest, but really, it was useless.
David retorted, his lips twisted into something cruel. "Don't tell me how to speak. You've got no ground to stand on, not when you're the one whoring around. Who would've thought? Little miss saint, cheating."
A sharp laugh tore from Sarah, bitter and ugly. "Cheating? That's rich. The only cheat here is you and I'm sure you came here to meet up with one of your various lovers, hmm?"
His gaze hardened. "Apart from Lisa, Tell me how many women you've actually caught me with."
Sarah nearly laughed again, she almost told him about her findings on him but kept her mouth shut at the last minute. [Incredible] she thought. "Are you really going to stand here and deny it? Are you serious right now?"
His silence was the only answer she got.
"You already know what you did!" Sarah replied, she didn't want to prolong this encounter.
The hallway stilled. His eyes searched Sarah's, probing, calculating. "So that's why you want a divorce me, over this little issue, even if you divorce me what are you going to do? Move on to the next cheater? Every man cheats, it's not a new thing, so stop making a big deal out of this and return back home." he declared, as if his words were final.
[Just look at his audacity, he has no remorse, if he ever felt any sort of remorse, I bet he is only remorseful that he was caught] "Yes, David. That's why. That's exactly why. So sign the damn papers and stop trying to convince me to go back because it's not happening, I've made up my mind."
He was taken aback by this out spoken side of Sarah and then his lips curled. "You're my wife. MY. WIFE. And you're here shaking your ass for anyone who looks your way. You disgust me."
Sarah feigned sadness "Your right, am disgusting, why don't you sign the divorce papers and settle me, so you don't have to deal with this lowly one again"
David was beginning to be intrigued by this new Sarah, he never knew she could be like this, she had always been straight forward and honest. She never knew how to act coy, in the beginning he found it cute but after marriage he quickly became bored. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered out one word "NEVER."
Sarah angrily pushed him, "You disgust me. This marriage is nothing but a cage you locked me in and I intend to break out of it."
"What about the business?" His voice snapped like a whip. "The damage to the company's reputation—"
"I don't care!" I cut him off, my voice raw. "Don't talk to me about caring. If you had ever cared, you should have been more wise in your dealings, you should have taken US seriously."
Something flickered in his eyes. Then he leaned in, his tone cruelly mocking. "So what? Are you hurt?"
Not willing to entertain him anymore, Sarah tore free from his hold when he let his guard down. Her heels clattered against the tiles as she tried to run—but too bad, he caught her again, slamming her back against the wall, how pitiful, this is why high heels are never a good choice for running.
Before she could protest, his mouth was already locked in a war with hers.
The shock stole my breath. His lips were warm and demanding. Sarah's body betrayed her, going slack as the sensation burned through her. Heat surged where his hands clamped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. For one traitorous heartbeat, she let it happen. For one heartbeat, she melted into the French kiss she hadn't felt in like three years.
Then reality crashed in. Her eyes flew open, and her teeth clamped down on his tongue.
David jerked back with a curse, his blood was bright against his lips.
Shame swept over Sarah in a choking wave. Her first intimate kiss with him in years, and she had responded like a starving fool. Fury rose to smother the shame. "How dare you touch me with that filthy mouth?" she scrubbed at her lips as if it would erase the taste.
David only smirked, dragging his tongue slowly over the blood on his lip like a wolf savoring prey.
.....
Before Sarah could react, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them high above her head. His mouth descended again, his kiss rough, relentless. She twisted and squirmed, torn between the pull of forgotten desire and the rage that burned through her. Her body screamed for release but her mind screamed for escape.
Then—suddenly—His heat was gone.
A shadow loomed between David and Sarah, tall and broad, fists clenched at his sides.
"The lady said no," a deep, unwavering voice cut through the tension. "You need to back off."
David straightened, rage radiating from him in waves. Even with the stranger towering over him, he refused to flinch.
"Do you know who I am?" David's voice was lethal, quiet. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
His glare was so fierce, it could kill.
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Despite last night's drama, Sarah surprisingly slept like a child. No tossing, no replaying the ugly scene in my head, no trembling at what could've gone wrong. Just sleep. Peaceful, deep sleep.
She woke up feeling lighter than she had in years. Almost… energized.
Maybe it was exhaustion. Or maybe it was the certainty she felt growing inside her—that she was done. That no matter how much David clawed and raged, no matter how many veiled threats he threw around, she was finally ready to cut the rope binding her to him.
As she stretched, sunlight filtered through the curtains, golden and soft. For a fleeting second, she almost let herself believe she was free already.
But reality had a way of creeping in fast.
I sat up, brushing my hair from my face. Last night replayed in fragments: his iron grip on my wrist, the fury in his eyes, the weight of his lips crushing mine like a punishment… and then the stranger.
The stranger she met at the club.
His voice echoed in Sarah's head: I know who you are, David Cadwell… but that wouldn't stop me from defending a helpless lady in distress.
His defiance had startled me. Most people folded the moment David revealed his name and they realised he was a big shot. Yet that man did not flinch. He stood firm, even more so than David, and for a terrifying second, she thought they would fight right there in the hallway.
Sarah pressed a hand against her chest, willing away the memory of David's threatening tone. But underneath it, she remembered the Stranger's eyes—they were steady and unyielding. He hadn't looked at me with pity. He'd looked at me like I was a woman worth defending.
Sarah shook her head quickly, dismissing the thought. It didn't matter. He was a stranger. A decent one, maybe, but still a stranger who had stumbled into the chaos of her marriage.
What mattered now was freedom.
Sliding off the bed, she padded toward the dresser, her gaze catching on the neatly stacked envelope. The divorce papers.
She placed her hand over them, firming her resolve.
This is it, Sarah. No more backtracking. No more excuses. He doesn't love you, and you don't owe him your life. It's time to live for yourself.
She straightened, the determination solidifying in her bones. David could thr
eaten, he could rage, he could pretend all he wanted—but he wasn't going to stop her this time.