My Ex Begged, But I Married His Rival

"Are you done making a scene, Chloe?"

Julian wrapped his arm around Scarlett's shoulders, shielding her like she was some priceless treasure. He didn't even glance at the blisters forming on the back of my hand.

I just stood there, the searing pain on my skin pulsing through my entire arm.

Twelve years. I saved Julian's life from a gang of street thugs when I was only twelve. And now, I was standing in the back kitchen of his engagement party, cooking soup for another woman.

How pathetic. This recipe used to be exclusively his. Now, he called my cooking dirty and my love cheap.