Chapter 4

Someone in the back yelled, "Kiss! Kiss!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire table fell dead silent. Every single eye darted toward me.

The corners of my lips curved up. I clapped my hands loudly.

"Go on! Kiss!"

Logan stared at me in shock. Chloe didn't hesitate—she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a deep kiss on his lips, shooting me a triumphant glare when they parted.

Next round. "Number 4 gives an order to Number 3."

Chloe was 4. Unluckily, I drew 3.

The second I showed my card, Chloe's eyes gleamed with malice.

She poured a full cup of thick mango juice, pushed it in front of me, and put on a saintly act:

"I don't want to make things hard for you, Claire. Just drink this juice, and consider it my apology for earlier."

I stared at the cup with a frown, refusing to touch it. Chloe's hand hovered awkwardly in the air.

Beside her, Logan snapped impatiently:

"Claire, don't be so dramatic! Chloe is publicly apologizing to you! What are you acting so high and mighty for? Drink it!"

A few of the guys chimed in, praising Chloe for giving me such an easy task.

To me, mango juice was poison. The others didn't know, but Logan and Chloe knew damn well.

"I am deathly allergic to mangoes. A sip could kill me. Chloe, are you trying to murder me?"

My voice was ice-cold.

The table gasped.

Chloe immediately shrank behind Logan, putting on her trademark damsel-in-distress routine. Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

"How could you say that about me, Claire? I just forgot you were allergic! I had good intentions, I didn't want to give you a harsh dare..."

Logan's heart practically bled for her. He glared at me furiously:

"Claire, would taking one sip kill you?! I've never seen anyone actually die from an allergy! Drink it right now to apologize to Chloe!"

"She knows I'm allergic, yet she hands me mango juice. If that's not malicious, what is?"

I pointed my finger directly at Chloe, inches from her face, making her flinch.

"Aren't you two just wishing I'd drop dead so you can be together without feeling guilty? Let me tell you something: even if you two strip naked in front of me right now, I wouldn't care. I'd probably just clap and laugh at that tiny pickle on your giant tree, Logan."

Logan's face turned purple with rage, his hands trembling.

The tension spiked instantly. Tyler tried to intervene again, but Logan lost his mind.

Before anyone could react, Logan grabbed the cup of mango juice, lunged forward, and forcefully jammed the rim against my lips, pouring the liquid down my throat.

"Making a scene over a glass of juice! Who do you think you are, a damn princess?! Let's see if you actually die!"

The thick juice choked me. Tears sprang to my eyes as I fought him off, coughing violently and clutching my burning throat.

Logan threw the plastic cup to the ground, pulling the sobbing Chloe into his arms, cooing softly:

"It's okay, Chloe. Claire's crazy. I punished her for you. Don't cry."

Having comforted his mistress, he turned a venomous gaze back on me:

"Learned your lesson? Now apologize to Chloe, or I'll force another—"

Coughing violently, I cut him off, my eyes bloodshot:

"Logan. We're getting a divorce."

Logan froze, staring at me in disbelief.

My skin began burning with intense hives. My throat felt like it was closing shut, swollen and dry. My chest tightened, oxygen cut off, and I collapsed heavily onto the sand.

As my vision went black, chaos erupted around me:

"Call 911! Fast! Claire isn't breathing!"