Four Years Of Hair For A Wedding And He Cut It For A Scene Chapter 08

Four Years Of Hair For A Wedding And He Cut It For A Scene Chapter 08

My voice came out quiet.

“Garrett, you shouldn’t have said that.”

“You know Audrey has feelings for you.”

“She followed you all the way to North Crest.”

“She was there for every shoot.”

“She secured your funding.”

“She’s spent years building her whole life around you.”

“You know all of this.”

“And you let her. You used her feelings and her funding, and you made me back down to keep her happy.”

“You strung her along.”

“And you broke me in the process.”

“Now that you’ve lost me, you’re saying all this just to hurt her too.”

“You don’t get to have it both ways.”

“You’ve already lost me.”

“Don’t lose her too.”

I turned to go.

Garrett caught my wrist.

“I don’t care about her!”

“Elena!”

“You’re the one I care about!”

“Just come back to me.”

“I swear, I know I messed up!”

A voice came from behind us, calm and even.

“Garrett.”

Garrett stiffened. He turned.

Julian was already there.

The haze from the liquor was gone from his eyes.

His face was perfectly still.

His gaze dropped to Garrett’s hand on my wrist.

“It’s late.”

“My wife and I are turning in for the night.”

“I’d appreciate it if you’d let her go.”

The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut.

Garrett’s grip on my wrist tightened.

His expression went dark.

Julian didn’t move. His voice stayed perfectly civil.

“Please let go.”

Garrett’s jaw clenched.

He looked at Julian, barely holding himself together.

“Wife?”

He said it like it was the most ridiculous word in the world.

“Julian, do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“She doesn’t even like you!”

“She’s only doing this to get back at me!”

“She’ll regret this by morning!”

Julian didn’t flinch.

“That’s between me and her.”

Garrett snapped. He lunged forward.

“Who do you think you are?”

He swung before the words were even out.

My heart lurched.

“Julian!”

But the punch never landed.

Hands reached in from nowhere.

Two of the Brothers who’d been watching stepped between them.

“Enough!”

“This is holy ground. You don’t throw punches here.”

Garrett tried to push past them. More men closed in.

The local men’s faces had gone hard.

“Get him out of here.”

“The wedding’s over.”

“Don’t let him cause any more trouble.”

Garrett fought them every step.

“Elena!”

“Elena, look at me!”

“You can’t go with him!”

“Just give me time!”

“I’ll prove it. I swear I’ll prove it!”

I didn’t move. I didn’t answer.

They hauled him away.

His voice faded down the path until there was nothing left but the wind.