-03 The room exploded with laughter . Dash sat there watching Veronica laugh , a genuine smile on his face - something I hadn't seen directed at me in years . When the noise finally died down , he spoke up lazily : " Alright , enough . Let's finish eating and get back to work . " Even his scolding was gentle , affectionate . Nothing like the cold bastard I lived with . The difference between being loved and being tolerated had never been clearer . Remembering my flight to London in two days , I stood up and started clearing the table . I just wanted to get out of there . As I left , I heard the whispers start : " Where did Veronica and Mr. H disappear to ? They were gone for like twenty minutes . " " He was watching her take her anxiety meds earlier he looked ready to murder someone but also completely whipped . " " He's obviously forgiven her for dumping him back in college . True love always wins , right ? " Someone glanced at me with pity . Tara said loudly enough for me to hear: " If I were her , I'd just divorce him and save myself the humiliation . " " A woman whose biggest achievement is making dinner ? She doesn't deserve someone like Dash Harrington . Haven't you seen Page Six ? He and Veronica are New York royalty . They belong together . " Every word was like a needle under my skin . I was almost at the door when someone burst in: " Veronica's having an allergic reaction ! " It was mild - just some throat swelling from peanut traces . After the paramedics gave her an EpiPen and took her to Mount Sinai , she was fine . I hadn't put any peanuts in that food . I was still trying to figure out what happened when Dash slammed me against the wall . " Sydney , what the fuck is wrong with you? " " She could have died ! Do you understand that ? " His hands were around my throat . The pain in my back was excruciating . He dragged me by my hair into Veronica's hospital room and threw me on the floor . " Apologize . Now . " " She has chronic gastritis . A month of treatment ruined because of your jealous bullshit . Sydney Prescott , I asked you to cook one fucking meal , and you tried to kill her ? " My knees hit the floor hard - I heard something crack . I lifted my chin . " I didn't do it. Check the security footage at home . I didn't use any peanuts . " Dash's jaw clenched . " Apologize." " Veronica saw peanut pieces in your food . " " This is your first strike . Make it your last , or I swear to God ... " I was done fighting . The truth didn't matter . Dash believed her . His wife of five years was nothing compared to his college girlfriend . I'd just had a miscarriage three days ago . Cooking had already exhausted me. Now, with Dash's assault , I was shaking , covered in cold sweat . I pulled myself up using the wall and bowed to Veronica in her hospital bed : " I'm sorry . " Veronica immediately turned to Dash with fake concern: " Baby , stop ! You're married . You shouldn't fight over me like this . " Dash glared at me : " You fuck up , you apologize . " Veronica helped me stand with exaggerated kindness . " It's fine , I forgive you . But you should make it up to me . " 1/2 03 " Are you free tomorrow night , Sydney ? There's a design gala at The Rainbow Room . Come with Dash to support me ! " Before I could answer , Dash said eagerly : " She'll be there . " Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!