“Linda Evans!”

Jim was truly furious.

No matter what kind of man he usually was, seeing his own wife being held by another man—it was enough to ignite the fire in his chest. It wasn’t about love or emotions at that moment. It was pure male possessiveness, the kind that rears its head even when logic is out the window.

Even if he had tossed me aside, even if he no longer wanted me, he still couldn’t stand seeing someone else touch me.

That was the hypocrisy of men.

And when I slapped him—right in front of Cameron—Jim’s pride shattered. His eyes turned bloodshot, his face twisted, the gentle smile...