"Sorry, I'll go back now and tell them to stop bothering you," I muttered, desperate to escape the scene.
But Carl wasn’t finished. He never missed a chance to humiliate me. With a smug grin, he pointed at my shoes and said to Remi, “Even though she’s wearing the same style, you make them look so much more beautiful.”
I felt a sharp sting in my chest, but I forced myself to hold his gaze, offering him a half-smile. "Carl, when you bought these for me, didn’t you say there were only two pairs in the entire country?"
I let my words hang in the air for a moment before adding, “It seems your love for Miss Miller is less than mine.”
Carl’s face twisted with fury, his calm facade shattering as he stormed toward me. "Damn woman, what nonsense are you talking about?"
I sidestepped him, moving quickly to avoid his outstretched hand. In one swift motion, I kicked off my high heels from a nearby stool and flung them at him. The sharp heel struck his cheek, grazing it just enough to leave a thin trail of blood.
"You love these shoes so much?" I spat, my voice cold. "Why not give them to every woman? Go ahead—marry them all!"