Chapter 23

Twenty-Three

Nathan

"Chloe!" I yelled, jumping to my feet immediately. But she was gone from my sight. "Fuck!"

She wasn't supposed to hear that. How had I not noticed she was around? She had been with my parents, talking... I had thought she was! How the hell was I supposed to fix things between us after this? I literally just called her a whore!

"You're screwed big time," Noah's calm voice reached my ears and irritation swamped through me.

"Shut the hell up!" I spat, tossing the bottle of cognac to the ground. "This is all your fucking fault!"

Noah gave me a look of disbelief and laughed, rising to his feet. "Are you fucking listening to yourself? It's my fault you called your wife a whore?"

"Yes!" I bellowed, "If you had just minded your damn business instead of sticking your fucking face in mine, this wouldn't have happened!"

"And if you hadn't fucked her, she would be mine!" Noah retorted with so much force, all I could do was stare at him helplessly. "She was my betrothed-"