The grand doors swing open. A hush falls over the crowd. My breath catches as I turn, heart pounding.
Ethan. Tall, powerful—the man I once loved. Relief washes over me. He’s here. He’ll clear this up. He’ll tell them the truth. Then I see her. Olivia.
"Babe, some lunatic woman’s here claiming she’s your wife," Olivia says, amusement lacing her voice. "Security was about to throw her out, but she’s putting up a fight."
Laughter ripples through the guests. My vision blurs. This can’t be real.
Ethan’s gaze finally locks onto mine. I brace myself for recognition, for relief. But there’s nothing. Just cold, unfeeling indifference.
I force my voice to work. "Ethan… tell them. Tell them I’m your wife."
A muscle ticks in his jaw. His expression remains unreadable. Then, in a voice devoid of emotion, he says the words that shatter my world.
"I don’t know her."
The room stills. Air rushes from my lungs. No. He’s lying.
A sharp gasp escapes Olivia. "Oh my God, is she your ex? Or some stalker?"
Chuckles spread. My humiliation deepens.
I shake my head, hands trembling. "Ethan, stop this. We have a son!"
Gasps erupt. Someone murmurs, "A child?"