Chapter 581
Chapter 580:
A low, animalistic sound escaped his throat. He crossed the room in three strides.
He raised his foot and drove it into the heavy wooden frame of the VIP booth.
The door exploded open with a deafening crash that silenced the entire café.
The heavy wooden door rebounded off the wall with a violent crack.
Carmen shrieked, her body lurching backward against the velvet sofa. Davis instantly pulled his hands away from hers and jumped to his feet.
Justin stood in the doorway. He looked like something dragged straight out of hell. His chest heaved, his eyes were bloodshot, and pure, homicidal rage radiated from every line of his body.
“Senator Collins,” Davis said quickly, raising both hands in a placating gesture. “Please, let me explain. We are discussing highly sensitive p>
Justin didn’t let him finish.
He lunged forward, grabbed Davis by the lapels of his expensive suit, lifted him inches off the floor, and slammed him brutally against the mahogany table. Glasses shattered, sending water and coffee spilling in every direction.
𝖲𝘵o𝗋іе𝗌 уоu 𝘄𝘰ո’t р𝘂𝗍 𝖽𝘰𝗐n 𝘰𝘯
“If you ever touch my wife again,” Justin roared, his voice shaking the walls of the booth, “I will bury you so deep in a federal prison they will forget your name. Get out p>
Davis gasped, his eyes wide with genuine terror. Justin released him and shoved him toward the door. Davis stumbled, straightened his jacket with trembling hands, and practically ran from the café.
The booth fell into a dead silence broken only by Justin’s ragged breathing.
He turned slowly to face Carmen.
She was pressed into the corner of the sofa, arms wrapped around her stomach, trembling violently.
Justin stepped closer. The rage in his eyes was being slowly swallowed by a deep, agonizing despair.
“In a private club,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Holding hands in a dark corner. Is this how you do it, Carmen? Is this how you plan your exit p>
“Justin, no,” Carmen sobbed, shaking her head. “He was comforting me. He had just told me the police destroyed the evidence. I was crying p>
“You are lying!” Justin slammed his fist onto the table. The remaining glass cracked. “You lied to me seven years ago! You looked me in the eye and told me you felt nothing for me! You threw me away like garbage! And now you are doing it again p>
The accusation hung in the air, heavy and toxic.
Carmen looked at the man she loved. She saw the broken, bleeding wound in his soul — the wound she had made — and she saw the absolute agony of a man who had spent seven years believing he was fundamentally unlovable.
She couldn’t keep the secret anymore. The dam broke.
She pushed herself up from the sofa. She didn’t shrink back. She stepped directly toward him, tears streaming down her face.
“I never threw you away!” she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. “I never stopped loving you — not for a single second p>
Justin froze. His jaw trembled. “You told me you hated me p>