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"What the hell were you doing at her house?"
I frown at her outburst. Tension radiates from her as she keeps hitting me in the chest to emphasize her displeasure. Yet it's soon evident why.
She's…jealous.
"She's my friend, Noelle. I can go visit my friend as I like," I raise a brow at her, omitting the fact that Vlad was there the entire time.
Her eyes widen just as her lip twitches in displeasure.
"I'll kill her," she mutters. "I'll fucking kill her if you touch her in any way," she declares.
"What?"
If it was any other circumstance, I'm sure I would laugh. As it stands, Noelle doesn't seem to find this amusing.
"See her again and I'll kill her. I'm not kidding, Raf. See any other woman and I'll kill her," she continues.
"So let me get this straight. You're now following me around and I'm not allowed to meet anyone because you're going to kill them?" I ask mockingly.
"Uh-uh," she nods, her expression serious.
"And what makes you think you have any claim on me after the shit you pulled?" I suddenly ask, just to rile her up.
Fuck, but why does she need to be so hot while being assertive?
It makes my blood boil to watch her like this, knowing I won't be able to have her—that I shouldn't have her.
"You're my husband," she grits out. "You're mine!"
I tilt my head, studying her for a moment before I burst out laughing.
She looks confused as she watches me bend over and laugh, her brows furrowing as she doesn't understand what my source of amusement is.
Before she realizes what I'm about, I grab her hand, pulling on the ring I'd given her and taking it off her finger.
"Not for much longer," I retort, fisting the ring.
"W-what are you talking about?" she stammers, her eyes wide.
"I'm sure you can figure it out by yourself. Goodbye, Noelle," I say, turning around and heading back to my car.
As I slide inside the driver's seat, I sneak a glance in the mirror, seeing that she hasn't moved an inch from her location.
She's looking at my car, a haunted expression on her face.
Shaking my head, I get ready to start the car and leave—after all, nothing else will come out of this confrontation. Not when she is too hot this time to see reason.
I'd always known Noelle was a jealous woman, but I never realized just how much. And this is when she knows Sisi is married and would never look at anyone but Vlad.
Signaling my return to the motorway, I'm about to hit the gas pedal when I see something glinting in the mirror. Frowning, I hit the brakes just in time to see my foolish wife do something I'd never thought her capable of.
She fucking takes a knife and cuts her own wrist.
In front of me.
My eyes widen in shock before fear overrides everything. I'm out of the car before I can even rationalize what's happening, already dialing 911.
"Noelle!" I yell at her, reaching her side in time to slap the knife from her hand before she does damage to her other wrist too.
