"Carter's just hung up on old memories. Probably trying to make up for some regret. You're his wife, after all. It's just a drink. It won't affect your marriage."

But even as he said it, his brow was furrowed, his eyes locked nervously on Carter.

Anyone with half a brain could see the truth.

Carter was genuinely into it this time.

I drowned my frustration one glass at a time.

Even when I stumbled to the bathroom to throw up, Carter didn't spare me a single glance.

When I came back, Mia was wrapped in Carter's arms, their bodies pressed together, lips locked.

"Serena's back!"

Someone yelped.

Carter and Mia broke apart instantly.

But his lips were smeared red, traces of lipstick still clinging to them.

Carter let go of Mia in a hurry, blurting out an explanation on instinct. "We were just playing a game..."

"A game?"

I let out a cold laugh, snatched a glass off the table, and raised it high.

Samuel's eyes went wide. "Serena, don't do anything rash!"

Too late.

The glass shattered at Carter's feet.

Shards of glass flew in every direction. One piece lodged itself in Mia's bare calf, just above her stiletto.

"Ow! Carter, it hurts..."

Carter's expression turned to ice.

"Serena, have you lost your mind?"

I stared at him, unflinching. "Yeah. I have."

I lost my mind the day I believed you, Carter.

Someone noticed the ring on my finger and let out a gasp.

"Serena, you're married to some other guy? And you're here making a scene?"

"She actually thinks Carter is her husband. That's hilarious."

"Does anyone know Serena's husband? Call him up, get him down here."

"Let him see how his wife throws herself at her ex-boyfriend at a class reunion..."

One of them even moved toward me, hands raised to shove me.

I smiled coldly and caught her wrist with pinpoint precision.

"My husband is dead."

"Would you like to meet him?"

"I'd be happy to send you underground to say hello."

The color drained from her face. She stumbled backward, shrinking away.

"They're right. You really are insane."

I slid the ring off my finger and looked at Carter, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.

Before the reunion, he'd been wearing the matching band. The exact same one.

At some point, he'd taken it off.

I held his gaze. "Even now, you're going to stand there and say nothing?"

"I don't have time for this!"

Carter cut me off, his voice sharp, his eyes darting anxiously to Mia's bleeding leg.

"Mia, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"I'm coming too!"