After a moment, he finally rested it on the girl’s back, patting her as if to comfort her.
I had no intention of indulging their melodrama, but after his repeated provocations earlier, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer.
I walked forward, holding my handbag in front of my stomach so the baby wouldn’t “see” me hit someone.
Then I raised my hand and slapped Daniel hard across the face.
The air fell silent for a heartbeat.
Chloe Miller looked up through tears, spotting the bright handprint on Daniel’s cheek, and glared at me in outrage.
“Sophia Evans, what gives you the right to hit him?”
“Because he disrupted my engagement party. Because he insulted me. Because he dared show his face in front of me again!”
The cold fury in my eyes made Chloe’s shoulders tremble.
She had seen my ruthlessness before.
Six years ago, Daniel and I were still lovers.
Because of her interference, our relationship collapsed.
Relying on his favor, she had provoked me directly, and I slapped her across the face.
In retaliation, Daniel had his men corner me in an alley and slap me ninety-nine times.
That day, I lost my first child with him.
I didn’t call the police, and I certainly didn’t forgive.