My promotion party turned into a nightmare when my husband ᴘᴜɴᴄʜᴇᴅ me in front of everyone. Then his entire family surrounded me and calmly said, “Only God can save you”—like what I’d just suffered was my fault.

Harold nodded solemnly. “We have tried to guide her spiritually, but she refuses God.”

Luke spoke loudly through my phone. “They are building a story. Do not let them. Ask for witnesses and medical help.”

I swallowed while tasting blood. “I need an ambulance,” I told the server. “My head hit the table.”

The server’s expression shifted immediately from confusion to concern. “I will get the manager right away.”

Victor glared at me. “You are doing this deliberately,” he hissed. “On your promotion night you are trying to destroy me.”

“You destroyed yourself,” I replied quietly.

He lifted his hand again as if preparing another strike, but my supervisor stepped forward between us.

“Sir,” Douglas said nervously but firmly, “you need to step away from her.”

Victor’s family reacted instantly.

“You do not understand,” Patricia snapped. “This is a private marital matter.”

“She is our sister in law,” Danielle added while aiming her camera toward Douglas.

Harold pointed at me as if delivering judgment. “Repent now or God will break you.”

The restaurant manager arrived quickly with two employees. “Is there a problem?”

“Yes,” Douglas said. “She was assaulted.”