Every word was a knife twisting into my deepest wounds.
When I didn't respond, she leaned in closer.
Her voice dropped to a whisper only I could hear—soft and venomous, like a devil in my ear.
"Oh, and there's something else you don't know."
"I'm the one who drafted your prenup. And your family's bankruptcy? That was my design too."
"So don't even think about getting rid of me."
"I'm nothing like you, some pretty face with nothing behind it. I'm the one who deserves to stand beside Curtis in the end."
That vicious look on her face—it brought back the memory of my father's eyes in his final moments. Hopeless. Defeated.
I couldn't hold back anymore. My hand flew before I could stop it.
The slap had barely landed on Margot's cheek when a force shoved me hard to the side.
Curtis had appeared out of nowhere, positioning himself between us like a shield.
His face was full of concern as he examined the faint red mark on her skin. Those eyes that had once looked at me so tenderly now barely concealed his rage.
"Emma, what the hell are you doing?"
"Apologize to Margot. Now."
"Do you have any idea what this looks like if someone sees? You're damaging the company's image!"