Sydney's POV

I kept struggling, pulling at my hands and cussing as Mark dragged me to the hallway, right beside the men's restroom. I stumbled after him, unable to keep up with his pace in my heels.

Even in my wildest dreams, I wouldn't have thought I might run into him here. In our three years of unfortunate marriage, I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen him anywhere but home. I had assumed he was always at work; later, I concluded he was either at work or in some fancy hotel sleeping with my sister.

"Mark, what is wrong with you?" I hit the...