Page 92 of Tangled in Vows

My lungs seem to forget how to function. The air feels sharper, every breath unsatisfying and shallow.

Snap out of it.

You know exactly who this is.

My fingers curl around the keys in my hand, the metal biting into my skin. That does the trick.

I lift the corners of my mouth and shake my head. “Nope, no Olivia Fisher here.”

I mean, it’s not a lie. Olivia changed her name when we got married.

His jaw twitches. “I know she lives here. I saw her.”

What the fuck? Was he watching her?

“What did you say your name was?”

We both know he didn’t mention it, but he’s going to tell me one way or another.

His right eye twitches, but he answers, “Felix.”

Motherfucker.

It really is him. The guy Olivia was supposed to marry.

“Well,Felix. I need you to leave right now, and I don’t ever want to see you here again.”

His whole demeanor changes at my answer. His body tenses, and he puffs out his chest as if he’s half a head taller than me and not the other way around. The cutting glare in his eyes that I thought was due to my rough appearance turns downright evil, and his lips curl in a faint, unmistakable sneer.

“I’m not going anywhere without my fiancée.”

I take a step away from the door and stare him down. “Well, that’s not happening.”

He grinds his teeth. “And why is that?”

“Because she’s my wife, you asshole. Now get lost.”

Something dark flickers across his expression, and I sweep my gaze over him again to make sure I didn’t miss anything in his hands or otherwise.

If I get into another fight right now, I’m really going to feel it tomorrow.

But you can’t let him get to Olivia either.

No one touches her.

Over my dead body.

I don’t know if he sees the determination in my eyes or the willingness to fight him, but he lunges at me without warning, and the world tilts sideways.

My back hits the ground with a jolt, and I groan as pain ricochets through my entire body.

Son of a bitch.

A few ice packs won’t be enough to help me tonight.

We wrestle, each getting punches in, and the taste of blood soon coats my mouth.

Since I’m not at my best, it takes me a few tries to get him into a headlock, but eventually, I do.

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