The Divorce Prescription

Hailey wanted to bet on it-to see if she still had a place in his heart.

If she didn't, then she would finally give up on him.

"Yes, I have a boyfriend!" she declared.

"Who is he?"

"That's none of your business. All you need to know is that he's taller than you, more handsome than you. I really like him, and he really likes me too!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Mr. Carter, looks like this young lady is already taken."

"Mr. Carter, it seems like you've lost this time."

Ronald sneered. "You're lying to me, aren't you? Where is this so-called boyfriend of yours? If he'd really get jealous about you drinking with me, then why would he let you come to a place like this in the first place? That just proves he doesn't care about you at all!"

With that, he lifted a glass of alcohol. "Come on, beautiful, have a drink with me. If you really have a boyfriend, he'll show up!"

He brought the glass to Hailey's lips, ready to pour the wine down her throat.

Hailey struggled, trying to push him away. "Let me go! Don't touch me! I don't want to drink!"

Some of the alcohol spilled from the glass, soaking her clothes and leaving her looking disheveled.

The people around them egged her on.

"It looks like you don't really have a boyfriend. He hasn't shown up, has he?"

"You might as well be with Mr. Carter. He can give you the best life-food, drinks, luxury!"

A wave of despair crashed over Hailey. Was Declan really just going to let this happen?

Stella smirked as she watched Declan. "Declan, tonight is supposed to be our celebration, but Ronald and that waitress seem to be having more fun than we are."

She snuggled into his arm. "Isn't that right, Declan?"

Declan's long fingers clenched around his glass. Then, he tipped his head back and downed the entire drink in one go.

The sharp liquor burned down his throat, his Adam's apple shifting as he swallowed.

Then, with a slam, he set his glass down with a loud crack.

The sound of glass hitting the table was sharp and jarring, cutting through the noisy atmosphere. The room fell silent.

Even Ronald paused. He frowned in confusion. "Declan, what's up with you? Are we being too loud for you?"

Stella stiffened. "Declan, what's wrong?"

But Declan didn't look at her. His icy gaze was locked onto Ronald. "Take your hands off her."

Ronald blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Declan, what do you mean?"

Without another word, Declan

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suddenly stood up. In just a few

strides, he was in front of Ronald, his

presence cold and menacing

exuding an air of pure dominance.

Before Ronald could react, Declan grabbed his wrist and twisted it with a snap!

A chilling crack echoed in the air.

Ronald'

wrist was broken. The

Sweet

wine

glass he had been holding tumbled onto the carpet.noveldrama

Declan let go of Ronald's arm, then reached out and grabbed Hailey's slender wrist. With a swift pull, he lifted her off Ronald's lap and onto her feet.

"Come with me."

He didn't wait for her response. He simply held her arm and pulled her away.

Instantly, the room erupted in whispers.

"What the hell just happened? Why did Declan take that waitress with him?"

"What's going on between Declan and that woman?"

"Ms. Xanders, do you know what's happening?"

Stella had already stood up. She stood frozen in place, watching Declan drag Hailey away.

And then it hit her.

No wonder that waitress looked so familiar. She knew her.

That waitress was Hailey!