Chapter 88

Cham 

At this words, his jaw tightens, and one muscle jumps beneath his cheek. His fingers close around my upper arm hard enough to really hurt, but I don’t even flinch. 

“You think Tanner won?” he sneers, spitting the words. “You think he won you?” 

“I wasn’t a prize,” I say tartly. “I was never up for grabs.” 

“He took my wife.” 

“Are you kidding me?” I meet his eyes without blinking. “I walked away, after you knocked up your side piece and then left me in a burning car.” 

“I don’t accept that.”