Chapter 2The Billionaire's Test

I don't remember how I left the party.

I only remember my legs feeling like lead, every step a struggle.

The delicate student girlfriend ran after me, looking anxious.

She told me not to be angry, that Julian was just joking, that I shouldn't take it seriously.

Joking?

She was on his arm, wearing the same necklace as his wife, at my anniversary party, and she called it a joke.

I felt suffocated, hating myself for compromising.

Just four years of marriage, and I was groveling under Julian's wealth and power.

I didn't want to engage with her. I threw off her hand. I didn't use much force.

But she fell.

Her pale knees scraped against the ground, bleeding instantly.

Before I could react, I was shoved hard. "Amy, are you done?"

Julian helped her up tenderly. I stumbled back, stepping on the loose pearls on the carpet, and crashed into the champagne tower.

The tower, as tall as a man, collapsed on top of me.

My dress was soaked in golden liquid.

I tried to get up, slipping on pearls and glass shards. Shards pierced my heels and knees.

But Julian didn't even look back. He called for a first aid kit and gently cleaned the girl's wounds.

As he led her away, he finally glanced at me. "Can you stop embarrassing yourself?"

I watched them leave, him supporting her with his body, protecting her as if she were made of glass.

One of his friends pulled me up, lecturing me. "Sister-in-law, men need face. You were too undignified today."

I scoffed at his self-righteousness.

"Get lost."

"Pah! Ungrateful woman! Look at your age! Still acting like a princess? See who cares about you now."

Acting like a princess?

They thought I was just acting like a princess back then.