Chapter 2 - The Heavy Silence After The Brutal Slap
The burning sensation across Grace’s cheek seemed to freeze time in the elegant dining room.
Ethan stood panting, his hand still raised from the devastating blow that had shattered five years of silent devotion.
Lauren Pierce watched with a smug expression, her black cocktail dress catching the warm glow of the chandelier.
Grace did not flinch, nor did she shed a single tear as she stared directly into her husband’s terrified eyes.
She slowly lowered her hand from her reddened cheek, pressing it firmly against her lower abdomen.
“You crossed a line you can never uncross, Ethan,” Grace said, her voice terrifyingly calm.
Ethan dropped his hand, his chest heaving as realization began to dawn behind his arrogant gaze.
“You shouldn't have disrespectfully attacked Lauren in our own dining room,” Ethan stammered defensively.
“I asked my husband a simple question about an affair, and your mistress answered for you,” Grace retorted.
Lauren stepped closer, tilting her chin up with an air of absolute superiority.
“You’re out of your depth, Grace; Ethan needs a partner who understands corporate acquisition, not a housewife,” Lauren mocked.
Grace looked at Lauren with a look so piercing that the other woman instinctively took a half-step back.
“You think you know who I am because I wore an apron and baked roasted tenderloin tonight,” Grace whispered.
Ethan shifted nervously, his eyes darting toward the front entryway as if sensing an impending doom.
“Let’s not make a dramatic scene over nothing, Grace; just go upstairs and calm down,” Ethan ordered coldly.
Grace let out a quiet, humorless laugh that sent a sudden shiver down Ethan’s spine.
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“I’m not going anywhere, Ethan, because this is my house just as much as it is yours,” Grace stated.
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