#Chapter 86: When Will You Forgive Yourself?

Julian’s POV I felt the slightest tingle in my hand as I crushed the glass in my fist, but the majority of my thoughts and emotions were entirely consumed by rage as I watched the scene in front of me. Chase had put his arm around the back of Amber’s chair. He had leaned in close to her, pressing his mouth so near her ear. Seeing how close he moved, how close she allowed him to move, sent red hot jealousy through me veins. My whole body had tensed, and I crushed the glass without having even meant to. And still, even with glass in my skin and blood dripping from my hand, I couldn’t turn my eyes away from Amber and Chase. Amber was my wife, yet here Chase was, his arm around the back of her chair like he had any right to ownership. It made me so furious that I could have screamed, I could have dragged Chase out of this restaurant by the back his shirt, and beat him to a pulp out in the parking lot. Instead, I just stood there, furious, staring, while dripping blood onto the