Chapter 3 - The Marble Table
The heavy, toxic silence in the massive Chicago ballroom was absolutely deafening. Three hundred elite investors, politicians, and socialites completely stopped breathing, their eyes locked entirely onto the betrayed wife in the silver dress.
Claire didn't rush. She walked with slow, flawless, and completely undeniable dignity across the polished floor. The warm light from the crystal chandeliers caught the shimmering fabric of her dress, making her look absolutely ethereal.
She stopped directly in front of the marble table where Sebastian had just rested his crystal champagne flute.
An older Caucasian waiter, wearing a classic black and white tuxedo and holding a silver serving tray, stood entirely frozen just a few feet away. He was a completely stunned observer, his eyes wide with sheer, breathtaking shock as he watched the billionaire's perfect life actively unraveling.
A close-up captured Claire's pale, steady hand. She didn't throw the ring at her husband's face. She didn't scream.
She firmly, deliberately placed the massive diamond wedding ring directly onto the cold marble table, right next to Sebastian's half-empty champagne flute. The small, distinct metallic clink of the heavy jewelry hitting the stone echoed incredibly loudly in the dead silence of the gala.
"I'm correcting something," Claire stated calmly, her deep voice carrying a freezing, lethal, and completely steady frequency that sliced right through the ambient noise of the city outside.
Camille’s smug, possessive smile faltered slightly. The mistress aggressively adjusted her deep red silk gown, suddenly realizing the quiet wife wasn't acting like a defeated woman.
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Sebastian’s face turned violently red. The arrogant, controlling CEO completely lost his temper. He absolutely despised being publicly challenged, especially by the woman he considered his obedient property.
👉 Sebastian aggressively stepped forward, completely unaware that his toxic control was about to evaporate forever.
