Chapter 3 - The Public Humiliation
The cruel, echoing laughter of the elite guests bounced off the crystal chandeliers, filling the banquet hall with a suffocating wave of humiliation.
Adrian raised his champagne glass even higher, his face twisted in an aggressive, arrogant triumph. He looked down at Eleanor, expecting her to cower, run away in tears, or beg him to stop.
Eleanor stood beside him, slowly lifting her trembling hand to her face, pressing her fingers against her cheek as if she were completely devastated, broken, and crying.
In the background, the crowd of wealthy socialites continued to laugh cruelly at her expense, pointing fingers and whispering behind their champagne flutes, entirely convinced that the billionaire heiress had been thoroughly crushed by her husband.
Adrian’s smirk widened into a vicious grin. He leaned closer to her, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear.
"Go ahead and cry," Adrian sneered, his eyes glaring down at her with complete, unadulterated disdain. "By tomorrow afternoon, you won't even own the dress on your back. You're finished, Eleanor."
Eleanor did not pull away. She did not scream.
Instead, she slowly lowered the hand from her face.
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The fake, fragile vulnerability instantly evaporated from her features, replaced by a cold, calculating smirk and razor-sharp eyes that looked right through him.
👉 Read Part 4 to see Eleanor reveal her hidden weapon.
