**AURORA**
The cool night air hit my face as I stormed out of the fight club, my mind reeling. Wife. The word kept repeating in my head like a broken record. Kian had a wife.
"Aurora, wait!" Kian called after me, his footsteps quick behind me.
I spun around, jabbing a finger at his chest. "You have a wife? A fucking wife?"
His jaw clenched. "I told you it's complicated."
"That's what people say about their Facebook relationship status, not about being married to someone else while you're fucking me!"
A few people leaving the club turned to stare. I didn't care.
"Lower your voice," Kian hissed.
"Or what? Your wife might hear about it?" I laughed bitterly.
"Aurora—"
"Where are my car keys? I'm leaving."
Kian ran a hand through his hair. "You can't drive like this."
"Watch me."
"Zara is sitting in a jail cell right now," he said, his voice tense. "I need to get there. Let me drive you."
"Why would I let you drive my car to bail out your wife?"