Rachel POV
I was using every shred of strength I had left to drag Jeremy by his shirt out of that stinking nightclub, the rough fabric slipping through my fingers as he fought me. It was like all he wanted was to turn back and finish what he’d started with Brad—as if beating that jerk to a pulp hadn’t been enough.
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