Chapter 2 - Ethan Abandons His Humiliated Fiancée
The ballroom of Whitmore House fell into a stunned, suffocating silence that felt heavier than the crystal chandeliers overhead.
Ethan Whitmore did not even glance at Vanessa as she stumbled backward in her designer gown, her face flushed with incandescent fury.
His eyes were locked entirely on Naomi, whose hand remained clamped around Vanessa's ankle with unyielding, terrifying precision.
“Ethan, what are you doing?” Vanessa shrieked, her voice cracking as she pointed a trembling, manicured finger at the floor.
Ethan ignored her completely, stepping past the circle of horrified Boston elites to kneel beside the housekeeper.
“Naomi, are you alright?” Ethan asked, his voice stripped of all corporate polish and filled with genuine, raw panic.
Naomi slowly released her grip on Vanessa’s ankle, letting the socialite drop back onto the polished marble flooring with a dull thud.
“I’m fine, Mr. Whitmore,” Naomi replied quietly, smoothing down the front of her plain gray uniform with steady, unhurried hands.
Vanessa scrambled to her feet, her expression contorted into an ugly, mask-like rage that stripped away every ounce of her social polish.
“She attacked me! Fire this filthy servant right now or our wedding is permanently off!” Vanessa screamed for the entire room to hear.
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Ethan stood up slowly, turning to face his fiancée with a look of cold, unblinking revulsion that made the surrounding guests gasp.
“The wedding was off the moment you decided to humiliate an innocent woman for your own amusement,” Ethan stated flatly.
