#Chapter 137 Behind Closed Doors

Theodore’s POV Sometimes Eva’s love for me seemed sincere, and in those moments, I felt bad for playing her. Then she would do something like obviously glaring at Violet across the garishly decorated ballroom before suggesting we go say hello “to be polite” when she clearly just wanted to rub being my date in Violet’s face. Moments like that reminded me she was using me and evaporated every drop of my sympathy for her. Eva practically dragged me through the crowd until we were face to face with the real love of my life, with Dahlia just a half step behind me. I noted Kincaid in the mirror position behind Violet and shoved away my guilt. I had had a full-on argument with Dahlia trying to get her to go to this thing while off-duty knowing that Kincaid would be here, so that they could spend time together instead of keeping her tethered to me. Especially since I expected that Violet and I would unfortunately spend very little time together. This of course began a tirade about ho