The backyard was cloaked in shadows, the only lighting from the distant sweep of car headlights. Everything felt tense, quiet–until Theo’s cold, dangerous re <b>cut </b>through the darkness.
Outside, a car’s headlights shed across the yard. Patricia instinctively turned away, squinting at the re. She barely had time to react before arge hand closed around her throat. Another arm snaked around her waist and yanked her out of her chair. Then came the kiss–hard, angry, suffocating.
Patricia fought back, shoving Theo with everything she had, screaming Marian’s name.
Jackson was out running errands, sent away on purpose. If he’d been here, Theo never would’ve tried
this.
Marian heard the shouting and rushed outside, shoving Theo aside. “What the hell’s your problem? Let her go!”
“Stay out of it,” Theo snarled. “This is between me and my wife. Since when does any of this concern you?”
Marian nted herself in front of Patricia, unafraid. “Seriously? You’re divorced. Or did you think the paperwork was a joke?” <!--
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Theo’s temper snapped. He shoved Marian out of the way, grabbed Patricia’s arm, and dragged her into the house.
He threw her onto the couch so hard her vision blurred.
“The whole town’s talking, Patricia,” Theo spat, eyes wild. “If you’d never gotten hurt, a guy like me wouldn’t have even stood a chance. But you’re not that Ms. Martin anymore. You’re not worth it.”
“What, so now I’m just supposed to ept this? We were married for two years, and you barely touched me. Now you want to divorce me and still let me walk away with millions? Am I just some idiot to you?”
“Let go of me, Theo! This is assault. I’ll call the cops!”
“Oh, go ahead! Why not tell everyone how you <b>iced </b>me out for two years, how you practically pushed me to cheat?”
Patriciaughed, but it was hollow. “Really? I ‘pushed‘ you? Did I force you into someone else’s bed?
should You’re unbelievable, Theo. me me for your mistakes if it makes you feel better. Maybe you me your mom for <b>giving </b>you an extra hand too.”
“Oh, so I’m the loser? What does that make you–stupid? No wonder we ended up stuck together.”
His anger only grew. He ripped off his jacket and tried to tear at Patricia’s dress.
She clung to her shawl, refusing to let go. Theo, furious, pped her hard across the head.
“Go ask anyone in Riverdale, Patricia. Who’s going to help you now? Even your grandma, who used to treat you like gold, wouldn’t bother with you anymore. With no money or power left, what do you have? That pretty <b>face</b><b>?</b>”
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“Without the Newton family, what are you? Just something for other men to pass around?”
The ugly words made Patricia go pale. The man who’d ruined her, standing over her, acting like he was the victim–it <b>was </b>almostughable.
“Why, Patricia? Why did I spend two years with you and never touch you?”
Theo yanked her shawl away. He started to force himself on her. Patricia’s hand closed around the heavy ss ashtray on the coffee table. She brought it down on his head with all her strength.
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He wiped at the blood, rage burning in his eyes. “Fine. You got guts, Patricia. If I don’t get you tonight, I’m not a Newton.”
He lunged at her again, wing at her clothes. Patricia twisted, ready to aim a knee right where it hurt, when the front door banged open.
A tall figure strode inside. With a swift, practiced movement, he struck Theo on the back of the head, dropping him to the floor. Then he grabbed Theo by the cor and tossed him aside like trash.