Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 500

The men who had been hovering around quickly scattered, acting as if nothing had happened. They returned to their booths—some drinking, others dancing—blending back into the chaotic rhythm of the bar.

"Zachary, you came to pick me up?"

Vivian looked up at him with misty eyes. Zachary’s gaze swept across the table cluttered with empty glasses, his brows knitting together.

"Why did you drink so much?"

"Because I'm upset," Vivian murmured, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "They all say you love Sarah, not me. They say I ruined your happiness by suddenly returning to the country. Zachary, is that true?"

"Come on, drink up!"

"Stop just drinking—let’s go dance!"

The deafening noise of the bar pounded against Sarah’s ears. She leaned against the wall near the restroom, a spot that conveniently kept her hidden while still allowing her to hear every word exchanged between Zachary and Vivian.

Zachary hesitated for a long moment. Vivian clung to him, her voice laced with desperation.

"Tell me, Zachary! Tell me the truth!"

Her voice trembled as if on the verge of tears.

Sarah clenched her fists tightly at her sides.

Zachary, answer her. Is it true?

A pause. Then, his voice, firm and unwavering.

"No."

Thump. Thump.

Sarah’s heartbeat pounded violently in her chest.

For a split second, it felt as if the entire bar had gone silent. The blaring music, the drunken chatter, the laughter and shouts—it all faded into nothingness, swept away like a passing breeze.

Only his words remained, cutting through the haze, sinking deep into her ears.

"Zachary, they all say you love Sarah, not me. That I ruined your happiness. Is that true?"

"No."

"Hey, gorgeous? Say something!"

A sudden, heavy slap on her shoulder made Sarah flinch. Before she could react, a rough hand wrapped around hers.

"Ah! What do you think you’re doing?!" She panicked, yanking her hand away in disgust, frantically shaking off the lingering touch.

The man in front of her was dressed sloppily, reeking of alcohol. His greasy hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in days, and Sarah felt a deep sense of revulsion at the thought of how many germs might have been crawling on his skin.

He leered at her with ill intentions.

"Come on, sweetheart, you came to a bar looking for a man, didn’t you? Well, here I am. I’ll make you feel real good."

Instinctively, Sarah glanced toward Zachary, hoping for help.

But when she looked up, all she saw was his retreating figure, his arm firmly supporting Vivian as they disappeared through the bar’s entrance.

That unwavering, decisive back turned away from her sent a chill down her spine.

"Let go of me! Get your hands off me! Get lost!" She shoved the man away with all her strength, but he reached for her again.