Page 56 of Shattered Dreams
I’ve seen photos of him—his fucking online profile in that article where he was listed as one of LA’s top surgeons. But in person, he’s even more unbearable. He’s too polished. The kind of guy who probably never loses control, never fucks up the one good thing in his life.
He doesn’t deserve her smile.
Especially not the one she’s giving him now. Not the little tilt of her head, the sparkle in her eyes. That was mine.Iput that look on her face once. And now it’s like I’m watching a stranger, someone who’s moving on without me.
Adam—he’s eating it up. His eyes glued to her mouth like he’s already thinking about what else she can do with it.
I clench my fists. My pulse is a fucking hammer. I want to rip the table out from between them and remind her who thefuckshe belongs to.
But I wait.
Watching until they stand, his hand on the small of her back as he guides her out of the restaurant—under the glow of those string lights. Until I see his hands on her waist, until I see her tilt her head up—and kiss him.
What. The. Fuck.
She’s fucking kissing him like she means it. Like he’s everything—and I never existed.
My vision goes black. I don’t remember crossing the street. I don’t remember breathing. All I know is the thunder in my chest and the blood roaring in my ears.
I reach them in seconds.
“Ava.” My voice doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. It belongs to a feral beast, his mouth dripping with rage.
She freezes, lips still parted, pressed up against him like she’s meant to be there.
Her eyes lock with mine, her lips all swollen and full from kissing him.
Then, she fucking smiles.
At me.
Adam turns, confused. “You must be Roman?” He glances at me nervously before he offers his hand, like I’m going to fucking shake it and say,Hey, thanks for trying to fuck my wife!
I grab him by the collar, slamming him back against the brick wall before anyone can react.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snarl, my face inches from his.
“Get off me?—”
“She’smywife!” I shove him again. “Mine! And you’re fucking touching her like you’ve got any fucking right—” I slammy fist into his face, enjoying the way his eyes open wide, like he’s never taken a punch in his fucking life.
He better get used to them.
He slumps against the wall, holding a trembling hand to his face as he glares up at me.
“Roman!” Ava yells, pulling at my arm, her voice sharp. “Stop it!Stop!”
I kick Adam in the ribs, and he groans, before I step back. My hands are shaking, adrenaline surging so hard I feel sick.
“Keep your fucking hands off my wife,” I tell him before moving closer—because fuck, I’m not done with this slick prick.
Ava practically hangs from my arm, her nails digging into my face as she turns my head towards hers, her eyes blazing.
“You fuckingkissedhim?” I hiss at her. “You really kissed him?”
She glares at me, fire in her eyes. “Are you fuckinginsane? I’m on adate, Roman!” She shoves me in my chest before leaning down to the piece of shit stumbling to his feet. “Adam, I’m so sorry.”
Adam waves her away as he rises to his feet, staring at me like I’m the one kissing married women.
