I Forgot I Ever Loved You (Zoe and Hayden) novel Chapter 118

The two men stood there like kings emerging from the abyss.

One wore a slate-gray trench coat over a powerful build, his silver-rimmed glasses doing nothing to hide his overwhelmingly intimidating aura.

The other stepped out of a luxury SUV in a tailored dark suit. His leather shoes splashed against a puddle, and beneath his black umbrella, he radiated pure, unadulterated hostility.

The two men faced each other. Asher pushed his glasses up his nose, offering a mocking sneer.

"I thought you said it was none of your business."

Hayden's long fingers tapped rhythmically against the handle of his umbrella, producing a dull, ominous thud.

"Who said I was looking for Zoe? I'm here for a drink."

He brushed past Asher and strode inside. Asher scoffed coldly and followed right behind him.

The two of them did another full lap around the club but still couldn't find a trace of those two reckless women.

As they passed a VIP booth, someone reached out, grabbed both of their arms, and yanked them inside.

"What took you so long? At least you two finally graced us with your presence," Ian Varley said with an air of mystery.

Ian was acting incredibly secretive.

"Guess who I just saw."

Ethan Montgomery winked conspiratorially.

"Zoe. She was out there hitting on some pretty boy. Looked like he barely cracked twenty."

Hayden's face looked dangerously sharp in the dim lighting of the booth. He couldn't mask the fury burning in his eyes, his jaw clenched tight enough to shatter bone.

"That's exactly who Zoe is. She slept with our Hayden five years ago, so isn't it totally normal for her to be hunting for a new sugar daddy now? Except—"

Ian was practically dancing on a minefield, totally oblivious to the lethal danger.

"You guys still have a marriage license, don't you? She's literally cheating on you right out in the open."

Hayden's face went completely livid, the veins on his forehead bulging.

Asher sat on the leather sofa and shrugged off his coat. His black silk shirt had two buttons undone, giving a subtle glimpse of his muscular chest.

Behind his lenses, his deep eyes carried a careless, mocking glint.

He was supposed to be at the hospital with his girlfriend! Why did he have time to come babysit her?

Zoe found it a bit funny. "You're scared, but I'm not. If Asher really finds us, I'll figure out a way to distract him. That guy we hit on was way too difficult—"

Zoe was fairly confident in her looks and knew she could charm most men, yet their target hadn't even spared her a second glance.

Nadia had obviously struck out as well.

Both of them were nursing bruised egos. Nadia shot Zoe a bitter glare and lowered her voice to a frantic whisper.

"I saw your husband. He's right next to Asher."

Zoe instantly ducked, her face pressed even lower into the table than Nadia's.

Both of them simultaneously flashed back to the sheer humiliation of writing apology letters at the police station.

"What do we do?"

Zoe had absolutely no desire for a sequel.

Nadia completely threw all her dignity out the window. "What else? It's packed in here. Asher and your husband might not spot us if we crawl out."