eye in that section of the club was on them. The rich and pow

her cheeks in black rivers. Her hair, so perfectly styled moments ago, wa

makeup further. "You crazy bitch!" she shriek

he looked at Darcy with cold disdain. "Your mouth was dirty," she said,

cene could escalate further, two burly men in discreet black suits we

sey

er. He didn't look at Elinor. He didn't ask what had happen

at the hell do you think you're doing?" he roared. H

er hands out to catch herself, but the floor was slick with spilled alc

upright, his grip firm and steady. He glared at Dempsey, his dark eyes promising violence.

r into his arms, shielding her from the crowd's view. "I

three years-attack her friend to defend the woman who had just humiliated her. She

of her attachmen

psey and Jaylynn. She didn't look at Darcy. She

was quiet, but it carried the weight of absolute

or the first time. The meek, obedient wife was gone. In her pl

g at Darcy. "This is the kind of trash you assoc

protective bulk. "You didn't hear the garbage

t to talk to her," she whimpered, her voice thick with fake tears. "I

he was a stand-in. You told her Dempsey wa

ing to pay for this, Livingston. I'll sue you for everything you're

em. It was his default response. When in doubt, c

his was going to be all over social media in minutes. Everett Divorce Dram

nd, his face flushing with embarrassment. The great Demp

y lawyer will be in touch. And you," he tu

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in the air.

the storm. He positioned himself slightly in front of Elinor

ght want to lower your voice. You're making a scene. And befo

tay out of this, Wise. This

a fraction of a second. "She's a woman you're divorcing. And you're

money versus new. European power versus American ambition. And in the m

This was a trap. Elinor had set him up. She had lured Darcy out, provoked the attack, and now

er. He had thought she

his knuckles white. "This isn't over,"

ing a still-sobbing Darcy with him. The crowd parted, whi

victorious. She just felt tired. And emp