314: DRENCHED IN RAIN

LUKE'S POV "Of course, I'm asking you that! Why wouldn't I be asking you that?" Harriet snapped at me. We once shared this remarkable love, and it was so passionate—your wonderful touch, your passionate kisses." "Enough!" I snarled. "That was in the past. It's never happening anymore." "Because of that witch, right? It's because of Ariel, right?" "I warned you to stop talking about Ariel," I growled, my hands trembling with rage as I grabbed Harriet's neck, tightening my grip around her. She gasped for air, her eyes widening in fear as she struggled against my hold. "You... you're crazy," she wheezed out, her voice barely audible between choked breaths. "You have no idea," I spat, my anger boiling over as I remembered Harriet threatening to fire a gunshot at me and Ariel during our wedding. And I could imagine the scene where she shot Ariel at the bridge. I wasn't there, though, but I could just picture it. How could she have the audacity to stand there and slander Ariel after ev