The Arrogant Bride Slapped the Waitress for Spilling Wine — Until the Old Woman in the Wheelchair Revealed Her Identity

"Don't call me Grandma," Rowena whispered coldly, her voice entirely devoid of human mercy.

Callum wept openly, completely ignoring the sharp glass cutting into his expensive dark suit pants. He reached out to grab the wheels of her chair, but the corporate security guards instantly stepped forward, aggressively forcing the groom backward.

"I gave you exactly one instruction when I handed you the regional director title, Callum," Rowena stated clinically, ensuring the wealthy guests at the bottom of the stairs could hear every single word of his complete humiliation. "I told you that a true leader protects the vulnerable. I told you that character is measured by how you treat the people who serve you."

Avalene physically collapsed against the marble banister, her ivory wedding gown catching on the iron railing. Her entire multi-million-dollar future was actively evaporating right in front of her eyes.

"You didn't just fail my test, Callum," Rowena continued, her eyes flashing with absolute, demonic fury. "You stood by like a pathetic coward and watched this toxic, vicious monster physically assault a young girl who just saved my life. You let her threaten me with a psychiatric ward, and you did absolutely nothing until you realized your bank account was at risk."

"I was going to stop her!" Callum wailed hysterically, completely throwing his bride under the bus to save himself. "She's insane! I'll divorce her right now! I swear to God!"