The First Wife Revenge

d Brandon's world. Monica Reed, now nothing more than a shadow in her husband's life, stood at the edge of the event, her heart racing as she adjusted her uniform.

her role far removed from the wife she once hoped to be. She wore a stiff smile, keeping her head down as she moved among the guests, all dressed in designer gowns and tuxedos. They bar

n these spaces, never quite knowing where she fit, or even if she belonged. The woman at the table, dressed in a sle

ica asked, her voic

to place the glass on the table, she felt her elbow brush against the edge of the woman's chair. T

t as she watched the juice spread across the woman's expensive fabric

ng as she glanced up at Monica. "What the hell is t

l motion, she slapped her across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through

in that moment was far worse. She could feel the eyes of the entire room on her, their whispers rising

g for a napkin to try to mop up the mess

ay and stood up, her face twisted in disgust. "Do you even know who I a

he first time someone had treated her this way. In the world of the Car

t into view. The matriarch's presence always commanded attention, and tonight was no differ

laced with disdain. "You're maki

Monica wanted to shrink into the ground. Diane turned to the woman with a tight smile. "I'm

her like knives. "You've embarrassed yourself and my son,

ressed down on her. She opened her mouth to speak, to explain

to court for years. And here you are, spilling drinks on her like some common server." Diane sneered, then turned to the woman, "I'm so sorry, Marissa. Monica here is my son's wife. Or r

breath. Every word from Diane cut deeper than the last, and Monica's heart pounded in her chest. The w

the hall, his back turned. She could feel the coldness of his gaze even from a distance, but he did nothing. H

married... the man I loved

she spat, "kneel and apologize. Show some respect fo

throat. The cold floor beneath her seemed to swallow her whole. The

ion hit her like a freight train. Brandon had allowed this. He had never truly stood up fo

them at bay. She would not give them the satisf

for the woman to dismiss the whole matter. "Don't wor

ce flushed with shame, her heart crumbling in her chest. This was not the life she had

after the slap, after the insults, after the crushing realization of how little she mattere