Chapter 3 - The Slap That Shook the Room
Slowly, deliberately, Valeria stood up from her chair. The red wine dripped from her blue skirt, splattering onto the polished floorboards, but her posture was straight, regal, and imposing.
The hurt in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by an icy, razor-sharp resolve that sent a sudden shiver down Marcus’s spine.
Before Renata could utter another word, Valeria’s right hand flew across the air with lightning speed and absolute force.
CRACK!
The sharp, thunderous sound of the slap echoed through the massive ballroom.
Renata gasped in shock, her head snapping to the side as she stumbled backward, clutching her bright red, swelling cheek. Her wine glass slipped from her fingers, shattering into a hundred pieces on the floor.
The surrounding guests gasped in unison, several women covering their mouths in horror.
"Valeria! Are you insane?!" Marcus yelled, his face turning pale as he stepped between them, glaring at his wife. "Have you lost your mind? You just assaulted my assistant at a company gala!"
Valeria didn't even look at Marcus. Her gaze remained locked on Renata, who was hyperventilating, tears of shock streaming down her ruined makeup.
"You just made the biggest mistake of your life," Valeria said. Her voice wasn't loud or hysterical—it was calm, cold, and heavy with a terrifying authority that made Marcus freeze in his tracks.
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Without waiting for a response, Valeria turned her back on her husband and walked directly toward the elevated head table at the front of the ballroom.
👉 Read PART 4 to discover who was sitting at the head table waiting for Valeria!
