SOPHIA’S POV
Jace walked out of the hall with me over his shoulder, ignoring the stares and the music fading behind him.
“You’ve lost your mind!” I said, my voice tight with anger.
“Maybe,” he said, his tone flat. “But at least I’m done watching you make a fool of both of us.”
He pushed the door open and the night air hit my skin. His grip didn’t ease still.
“You’re insane,” I said, hitting his shoulder again. “You can’t just—”
He stopped beside the car and finally set me down. I stumbled back a step, breathing hard.
“I can’t just what?” he asked.
“You can’t drag me around like I’m—”
“My wife?” he cut in. “Because that’s exactly what you are.”
“You don’t get to say that after tonight.”
He exhaled before speaking. “You walked in here with him. You let him touch you. What did yo
