"The only thing I regret is not leaving a deadbeat like you sooner!"
I watched her press against Jarvis's chest, her cheeks flushed with coy delight, and I smiled.
What she didn't know was that Jarvis Farley was nothing more than an orphan Old Mr. Farley had adopted from a children's home to ease the ache of missing his real grandson. The Farley family's only true heir had gone missing twenty years ago.
But a month ago, that child had been found.
That child was me.
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"Arthur, you're disgusting! What the hell are you smiling about?!"
Tamara's eyes raked over me, dripping with contempt.
"Don't think I'm joking with you. I will never spend my life with some penniless nobody. Don't even think about—"
"I won't."
I cut her off, my voice cold.
"Since there's no wedding, get off my stage. I paid for all of this."
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, you piece of trash?!"
Before I even finished speaking, Jarvis charged at me and slammed his fist into my face.
I didn't see it coming. The blow sent me staggering, and blood streamed from my nose, trickling down past the corner of my mouth like a thin red creek.