Chapter 1: The Moment After the Slap
The sting on my cheek faded faster than the silence that followed.
No one moved.
Not the servants. Not the guests. Not even her—the woman standing beside my husband, clutching his arm like she had already won.
I slowly turned my head back toward him.
Ethan.
The man who once swore I was the best thing that ever happened to him… now looked at me like I was something beneath his shoes.
“Get on your knees,” he said coldly. “And leave with what dignity you have left.”
A few guests gasped.
But I didn’t kneel.
Instead, I laughed.
Softly at first… then louder.
Because in that moment, something inside me finally snapped—but not in the way he expected.
“You really want me to leave?” I asked calmly, wiping the blood from my palm onto my dress.
Ethan smirked. “You have nothing here anymore.”
I tilted my head.
“Nothing?”
May you like
Then I reached into my bag… and pulled out a single folder.
“You might want to read this first.”
