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Chapter 18

Claire

I spun my head around. It was Gerald. My jaw fell open. What in God’s name was he doing in France, let alone at this party?

Arthur and I straightened up. Oblivious to the dynamic onstage, the crowd continued to cheer and hoot.

“Kiss her! Kiss her!” they chanted.

An especially jovial young man from the crowd cajoled us further, “Come on, mate!” he shouted at Arthur, “Kiss your girlfriend!”

“Yeah!” someone echoed after him, “Give your sweet lady love a kiss?”

Arthur smirked a little at lady love.

But I was staring wide-eyed at Gerald. Had he really stalked me all the way to France?

He was frowning. He looked furious.

Without a word, Gerald leaned forward and grabbed my wrist. He began tugging me off-stage.

“Hey!” I yelped, “Let go!”

I wrestled my wrist out of his grasp but he refused to let go.

“You’re hurting me, Gerald!” I squeaked.

Gerald narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at me in scorn. “My wife,” he growled, “Is another man’s girlfriend. Did you not think that I needed
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