"Don't be mad, Siren. It's not his fault; I asked him to meet me here," Ryan smoothly interjected, using that nickname he'd stuck me with since the day Andrew introduced us.Since the day he pulled that fake first-meeting stunt. I swallowed, my anger doing a disappearing act.I didn't want anything to do with Ryan, so I whipped around to face Andrew. "I'm leaving. You better follow me unless you want a divorce." I laid down the ultimatum and stomped out.Andrew hesitated, torn between explaining and sticking around. "Wait, Sarah," he called, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of a glance. The night air hit me as I stormed out of the club, frustration and confusion swirling in my head.Reaching the car, Andrew caught up and grabbed my arm."Honey, just calm down," he urged, his grip firm but gentle."Calm down?" I asked in disbelief turning to him, our faces mere inches apart. "Andrew, you freaking left me all by myself after your family belittled mine at dinner. And now you have t
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