"Carter's just hung up on old memories. Probably trying to make up for some regret. You're his wife, after all. It's just a drink. It won't affect your marriage."
But even as he said it, his brow was furrowed, his eyes locked nervously on Carter.
Anyone with half a brain could see the truth.
Carter was genuinely into it this time.
I drowned my frustration one glass at a time.
Even when I stumbled to the bathroom to throw up, Carter didn't spare me a single glance.
When I came back, Mia was wrapped in Carter's arms, their bodies pressed together, lips locked.
"Serena's back!"
Someone yelped.
Carter and Mia broke apart instantly.
But his lips were smeared red, traces of lipstick still clinging to them.
Carter let go of Mia in a hurry, blurting out an explanation on instinct. "We were just playing a game..."
"A game?"
I let out a cold laugh, snatched a glass off the table, and raised it high.
Samuel's eyes went wide. "Serena, don't do anything rash!"
Too late.
The glass shattered at Carter's feet.
Shards of glass flew in every direction. One piece lodged itself in Mia's bare calf, just above her stiletto.
"Ow! Carter, it hurts..."
Carter's expression turned to ice.
"Serena, have you lost your mind?"