"Her daughter doesn’t deserve a funeral! Smash everything! Let’s see if she still has the nerve to act so defiant!"
The bodyguards, spurred on by Ethan’s orders, continued their rampage. Objects were smashed to pieces, leaving only the empty casket standing alone in the wreckage.
In desperation and anger, I fought to break free from the bodyguards and made a beeline for Ethan.
I tried to grab the phone he was using to livestream, but a swift guard stopped me.
I was forcefully thrown aside, landing heavily on the ground.
As I lay there, blood trickling from my mouth, I glared at Ethan with a mix of rage and despair.
Ethan’s face contorted with disdain. “Still trying to put up a fight? Is this your usual arrogance?”
“You really think you can hurt me? You’re just a powerless woman, desperate to play the role of a ‘good wife’ in a relationship that you’re not even part of.”
With a malicious grin, he picked up a wine bottle from the floor and smashed it against the edge of a table. The shards flew towards me.
“Let’s see how you attract anyone with a disfigured face!”
The bottle shattered, sending a sharp piece slicing across my face.