“You’re just a secretary. Without Henry, what would you even be?”
A fat, big-eared man behind me laughed out loud.
“I know what you could do. You could sell yourself!
“With that figure, you’d fetch quite a high price!”
Hearing this provocation, I could no longer hide the murderous edge in my gaze. I turned to Henry.
“Are you sure you’re not going to explain anything? Are you just going to stand there and watch people humiliate me like this?”
Henry faltered under my stare, but Yvonne immediately forced out some tears.
“I know Henry is amazing and everyone likes him, but this is my once-in-a-lifetime wedding day. How could you?!”
The more she cried, the more dramatic the scene became. My whole body trembled with anger, and I grabbed a nearby glass of wine and splashed it on her.
The red wine flowed down her pure white wedding dress as she screamed, clutching her chest as though she were about to faint.
Henry exploded with rage and shoved me hard.
He used his full strength, and I fell back onto the table. Scalding hot food burned my skin red, shattered plates and glasses tore my dress, and the shards sliced my palms until they were bleeding.
Henry held Yvonne in his arms and glared at me furiously.
“Apologize to Yvonne now!”
