*Noah's POV*
The red handprint on Chloe's cheek stands out like a brand against her pale skin. For a moment, I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.
But then she opens her mouth again.
"You bitch!" Chloe lunges at Scarlett, her manicured nails aimed at my girlfriend's face.
I step between them, catching Chloe's wrists before she can make contact. "That's enough."
"She hit me!" Chloe struggles against my grip, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch. "Your precious girlfriend assaulted me!"
"You deserved it." I release her wrists and step back. "You deserved every bit of it."
"I deserved it?" Tears stream down her face, but her eyes burn with fury. "For telling the truth? For saying what everyone's thinking?"
"For being delusional."
"Am I?" She wipes her nose with the back of her hand, smearing her makeup. "Look at yourself, Noah. Really look at yourself. You're dressed in cheap suits, driving someone else's car, living off another woman's success."
"I'm living my life."
