The room spun. My entire body shook. "T-that can’t be—"
Victoria laughed. "Oh, you poor thing. Did you really think my son would settle for you?"
My lips parted, but no words came out.
Trisha grabbed my left hand and yanked my wedding ring off.
I gasped. "No—!"
She held it up, inspecting it with disgust. "This pathetic thing?" she mocked before throwing it to the floor. The tiny diamond hit the marble with a soft clink. Then—she stomped on it.
The metal bent. The gemstone cracked.
A sob tore from my throat.
"Oops," she said with a smirk.
Before I could move, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me as I collapsed fully onto the floor. The guests laughed, some whispering, others pulling out their phones.
"Film her," someone chuckled. "This is priceless."
My breath came in ragged gasps as Victoria loomed over me. "Get up, you filthy rat."
When I didn’t move fast enough, she grabbed my hair again and yanked me up. I whimpered, my scalp burning.
Trisha raised her hand again— I flinched, expecting another slap— Instead, she punched me. Pain exploded through my jaw. My knees buckled. Tears streamed down my face.
"Throw her out," Greory ordered.
Strong arms grabbed me. Security.