Her Husband Yanked Her Heirloom Ring Off at the Gala — Until the Pregnant Wife Pulled the Hidden Flash Drive

Nora stood tall in the center of the glittering ballroom. She didn't look like a victim anymore. She looked like an untouchable, lethal queen.

Dominic frowned, annoyed that she wasn't crying and running for the exit.

"I told you to leave, Nora," Dominic barked, his dark eyes flashing with dangerous anger.

Nora ignored him completely. She reached her hand into the hidden silk pocket sewn seamlessly into the lining of her heavy emerald gown.

She didn't pull out a tissue. She pulled out a small, sleek black USB flash drive.

She held it up effortlessly under the warm light of the crystal chandeliers.

"I am leaving, Dominic," Nora stated smoothly, her voice echoing perfectly across the dead-silent ballroom. "But I’m not going home to your empty mansion."

Isabeau laughed—a sharp, condescending sound. "Oh, please. You have nowhere else to go. Dominic bought you. You're just a glorified charity case."

Nora’s gaze violently snapped to the woman in the gold sequined dress.

"He didn't buy me, Isabeau," Nora replied flawlessly. "I am his Chief Financial Officer. I have been running his entire corporate empire for three years while he chased you across Europe."

Dominic’s handsome face suddenly tensed. His arrogant, apathetic mask cracked as his eyes locked onto the black USB drive in her hand.