It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

done a few Google searches on people from their past. “I’ve looked her up
before. You have to have a profile and follow her to see her stuff.”
“So make a profile and follow her,” Theo says. “I swear, sometimes you
make things harder than they need to be.”
“It’s complicated. She has an ex-husband who doesn’t like me, and if he
saw that we were friends online it might become an issue for her.”
“Why doesn’t he like you?” Theo asks.
“We got into a fight. Here at the restaurant, actually,” I say, nudging my
head toward the building.
Theo’s eyebrows lift slightly. “Seriously? Like a real fight?”
Brad straightens up. “Wait. That guy was Lily’s husband?”
“I thought you knew that,” I say.
“None of us knew who he was, or why you were fighting him. That was
the only time we’ve ever seen you kick someone out of the restaurant,
though. Makes so much sense now.”
I guess this is the first time I’ve talked about it since it happened. I
remember I left for the night right after that fight with Ryle, so no one had a
chance to ask me about it. When I came back to work the following Monday,
people could probably read my mood and see that I still didn’t want to talk
about it.
“What did you get into a fight about?” Theo asks.
I glance at Brad, because he’s aware of what Lily went through. Lily told
him and Darin at my house. But Brad looks like he’s leaving it up to me
whether or not I’m honest with Theo. I usually am about almost anything, but
it’s not my place to share Lily’s business.
“I don’t even remember,” I mutter.
I do think this could be a good teaching moment with Theo about how
never to treat a partner, but it’s a part of Lily’s life I don’t feel comfortable
talking about without her present. It’s also a part of her life I shouldn’t have
interfered with, even though I wouldn’t take it back if given the chance. As
immature as my reaction might have been that night when I hit Ryle, I was
holding back. I wanted to do more than just punch him. I had never been that
angry at another human—not even my mother or stepfather. Not even Lily’s
father.
It’s one thing to dislike someone for how they treat me, but it’s an entirely
different kind of anger when the person I admire the most in this world is
mistreated.