Chapter 6: The Confrontation
The ballroom fell into a dead, horrifying silence. The music screeched to a halt.
"You sick, twisted animal," Julian snarled, his voice a low, vibrating growl that carried across the silent room. He lunged forward, grabbing her left hand with a vice-like grip. Victoria screamed as he ruthlessly yanked the massive engagement ring off her finger. It tore at her skin, but Julian didn't care.
"My diamonds, please!" she cried out, trying to claw at his hands, her mask of high-society elegance slipping to reveal the pathetic greed underneath.
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Julian looked at the ring, then at her, and tossed it callously to the marble floor. The heavy diamond bounced with a sharp clink, rolling away into the shadows of the room. The guests gasped.
"Get out of my sight," Julian whispered, his voice trembling with a rage that terrified everyone in the room. He turned his back on her, sprinting back toward the service doors, leaving a ruined gala and a shattered facade behind him.
