Her words were a punch to the gut, a sharp reminder of her cruelty. She had said something similar the last time we almost broke up.
'Frank, if you dare walk away from me, I’ll make sure you lose everything. Don’t forget—everyone already knows your father was a cheater, and your mother killed herself out of shame. You’ve got nowhere else to go.'
Now, here she was again, dangling the same threats over my head.
Except this time, I wasn’t falling for it. This time, I felt nothing but disgust.
"Don’t touch me!" I shouted, yanking my hand free.
My balance faltered, and I stumbled backward—straight into the cake. I hit the ground hard, frosting and mango filling smeared across my face. The crowd burst into laughter, their jeers cutting through me like a blade.
My chest tightened as the allergic reaction from the mango intensified. My throat felt like it was closing, a vice gripping my airway.
Panicked, I reached out toward Margot, silently begging her to stop them. But her attention was solely on Steven, her eyes fixed on him like I didn’t even exist.
"Frank’s bloody hand might be a little... unsettling for Mr. Schumann. Should we tie it behind his back?" Steven mocked