Chapter 2 - The Red Wine Stains
Gasps rippled through the surrounding circle of high-society guests. Valeria’s breath hitched in her throat as she stared at Marcus in utter disbelief. He wasn't just letting his assistant disrespect her—he was demanding she bow her head to the woman who was actively trying to tear her down.
Renata smirked maliciously, seeing Marcus’s complete lack of support for his wife. She stepped right up to Valeria’s seat, tilting her head with a cruel, taunting laugh.
"Oops! Looks like the cheap color is running," Renata sneered.
With a swift, deliberate flick of her wrist, Renata tipped her crystal glass directly over Valeria.
A thick, dark stream of Cabernet Sauvignon splashed straight across Valeria’s shoulder, drenching the intricate embroidery of her light blue ballgown before pouring directly over her vintage beige leather handbag. The deep red liquid dripped down the satin fabric, staining the gown in a massive, ugly blotch.
The ballroom fell into a dead silence. Dozens of executives, socialites, and board members turned in shock, staring at the humiliated woman sitting with red wine dripping from her dress onto the pristine marble floor.
Marcus didn't move an inch to help her. He simply rolled his eyes, taking a step back to avoid getting any wine on his black tuxedo.
"Look what you did, Valeria," Marcus muttered under his breath, leaning over her. "You made her drop her drink because you were sitting there pouting like a child."
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Valeria looked down at her drenched handbag—the only piece of her mother she had carried into this marriage. Then she looked up at Renata’s triumphant, mocking grin. Something inside Valeria snapped, shattering the quiet, subservient facade she had maintained for three long years.
👉 Read PART 3 to see Valeria's instantaneous, explosive reaction to the wine attack!
