Chapter 14 - Grant Panics And Rushes Toward The Stage Steps
“Seraphina! Have you lost your mind?!” Grant screamed, breaking free from the security guard's grip with a furious surge of adrenaline.
He lunged forward down the central aisle, pushing chairs aside as he sprinted directly toward the stage steps.
“Stop that man!” Marcus shouted into the venue's master audio system from the wings.
Four heavy-set private security professionals intercepted Grant right as he reached the bottom mahogany steps of the stage.
They slammed his arms behind his back, forcing him down onto his knees on the polished wood floor in front of hundreds of elites.
“Let me up, you idiots! Do you know who I am? I am her husband!” Grant roared, thrashing wildly against the guards.
The entire ballroom fell into a stunned, horrified hush as Grant’s desperate confession echoed off the walls.
“Her... her husband?” a senior bank executive whispered in absolute shock, staring back and forth between Seraphina and Grant.
Seraphina adjusted the microphone stand, looking down at the disgraced man groveling on the floor with utter contempt.
“You were my husband, Grant,” Seraphina corrected, her voice echoing coldly across the silent auditorium.
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