Imposter

Eve turned her face to the side, preparing herself for the lady’s hit but after a few seconds of not receiving it, she looked to the side only to see Noah's hand wrapped around her throat, choking her.

Noah pushed the woman to the table, her spine colliding with the hard surface as she struggled to catch her breath. At the scene, everyone stood up from their chairs and surrounded them. The woman wrapped her both hands on Noah’s big palm wrapped around her throat, trying to get him off her.

“You dare try to raise your hands at my wife? You’re asking for death?” He pressed further, her hands around his becoming too weak to try further. She looked at Noah with so much horror and shock. She never thought that he cared about his side a lot to react in such a way to her. Before her life could slip away, Eve rushed to Noah’s side, her hands coming around his to pull them off the woman’s neck.

“Noah, it’s fine. Get your hands off her,” she pleaded.

“She fucking tried to harm you.”

“But I’