Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 103: Chapter 103

Sally's back hit the wall so hard it sent a dull ache crawling up her spine. When she looked up at Brad, all she saw in his eyes was raw rage. He looked like some predator hunting at night, wild and locked in on his target.
The warm yellow light overhead poured across her face, but there wasn't a trace of softness in her expression. "I owed him a meal. That's all tonight was."
Brad stepped in, towering over her. "You really expect me to believe that?"
"Believe whatever you want." Sally didn't bother with him anymore and went straight for the door.
"Did I say you could leave?" Brad snapped, his voice low and sharp.
Sally didn't stop. Her hand was already reaching for the handle, her eyes colder by the second. But just as her fingers brushed the metal, Brad's hand yanked her back and slammed her into the wall again.
His hand locked around her neck, and the fury on his face turned even uglier. "Tell me the truth. Are you messing around with Jaxon behind my back?"
Sally's whole body tensed up. Her pulse kicked up hard. She looked him dead in the eyes but said nothing.
"My mom called me the other day. Said she saw you and Jaxon walking out of my room. You don't think I deserve an explanation for that?" Brad's grip started to tighten.
Sally's throat burned. Breathing got harder with every second. Still, she managed to force the words out. "I already explained that to your mom. But if you're still so curious, fine—I'll say it again.
"You and I were fighting that day, just like this, with your hand around my throat. After you stormed off to take a call, Jaxon came in to check on me. That's it. You were there. Don't act like you don't remember what happened."
Brad's brows pulled together, like a piece of him still wasn't buying it. But his grip eased just a little.
"Let go," Sally snapped, her face turning red from the lack of air. "I said let go—are you deaf?" She started clawing at his hand, trying to pry his fingers off. For a second, she actually wondered if he was trying to kill her.
Instead of letting up, Brad squeezed harder. His forehead tensed with veins, like he'd completely lost control.
He leaned in close, his voice sharp and low in her ear. "You're still my wife on paper. If you even think about cheating on me, especially with Jaxon, I swear you'll regret it."
Just then, the sound of heels echoed from the other side of the door. Lena's voice followed. "Brad? Where are you?"
Sally used all the strength she had left and kicked the door hard. The bang echoed loud and sharp down the hallway. The footsteps got closer fast. Brad had no choice—he finally let go. Sally dropped straight to the floor.
As he pulled the door open, Lena appeared right outside. Sally grabbed Brad's arm from behind and sank her teeth into him.
She stayed hidden behind the door, so Lena couldn't see her or the bite. Brad winced, jaw clenched tight, nearly let out a sound.
"Brad, are you okay?" Lena looked at him, worried, catching the tight look on his face.
Once Sally figured the timing was right, she let go of his arm. Brad shot her a glare over his shoulder but didn't say a word. Then he walked away.
Sally slumped against the wall, eyes locked on the stairwell ahead. Her vision started to go hazy, but the memories in her head stayed sharp as glass.
That dull ache in her chest started pulsing again. And then, all at once, a thought crept in—wild and reckless. It came out of nowhere and wouldn't let go.
She pushed herself up, yanked the door open, and walked out without a second of hesitation. Before heading back to the restaurant, Sally ducked into the restroom. She checked her neck carefully. It was red, but there weren't any marks that would last.
Once the color had faded enough, Sally stepped out, fixed her posture, and walked straight toward where Jaxon was sitting. She pulled out the chair and sat down across from him, her eyes settling on his face.
Jaxon looked at her, his expression a little hard to read. "What did he say to you?"
Sally's chest tightened. Her hand, halfway to the napkin, froze for a split second. Then, after a short pause, she quietly set it down on the table, looked Jaxon in the eye, and said, "Mr. Zale, I want a drink."
Jaxon's brow lifted just slightly. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. His gaze darkened a little as he studied her face. "What's with the sudden urge to drink?"
He remembered clearly what had happened the last couple of times Sally drank around him—how quickly it hit her, and how unguarded she became afterward.
With her tolerance that low, giving her alcohol right now probably wasn't the best idea. But looking at the stubborn look in her eyes, something in him softened.
"No reason. I just feel like it," Sally said lightly, picking up her knife and fork again, slicing back into her steak without looking up.
Jaxon watched her for another moment before finally snapping his fingers at a nearby server. A few minutes later, a bottle of whiskey—not too strong—landed on the table between them.
Before he even reached for a glass, Sally had already pulled one toward herself and started pouring.
When she filled it nearly to the brim, Jaxon let out a quiet, gravelly laugh. "Mrs. Zale, you sure you want that much?"
"You underestimated me last time. Tonight, I'll show you what I'm actually capable of," Sally said, pushing one of the glasses toward him, looking dead serious.
"This isn't exactly strong stuff," Jaxon said, smiling a little, "but with how you drink, a few sips might still knock you over. You sure about this?"
"Positive," Sally replied, her voice and expression both firm.
Seeing that look in her eyes, Jaxon eventually reached out and took the glass.
When his fingers brushed hers, Sally flinched just slightly. She pulled her hand back fast, grabbed her own drink, and raised it to her lips. But just before the liquor touched her tongue, Jaxon's low voice cut through the air. "Wait."