Chapter 3

That day was my engagement party with Raymond.

When the ceremony reached the cake-cutting portion, Samuel suddenly presented an exquisite gift box.

When the box opened, inside was a worn-out high heel.

Laughter erupted around us.

And Samuel, as if that wasn't enough, leaned in closer and continued mocking me:

"So what if you're the boss? You still have to pick up my hand-me-downs! Sleep with the man I slept with! You're worthless, the queen of trash!"

Before he finished speaking, an explicit bedroom photo appeared on his phone screen.

In the photo, Samuel wore sexy, revealing black stockings, eyes seductive as silk.

And Raymond was shirtless, desire burning in his eyes, completely different from his usual cold demeanor.

Samuel smiled at me triumphantly.

My pupils constricted violently, all the blood in my body seeming to boil.

In that moment, I could no longer remain calm. The rage flooding through me burned away all reason.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the face...

Because of that slap, I spent two full years in prison.

"Hahaha—"

Pulling myself from the memory, Samuel was still laughing triumphantly.

The other people in the restaurant joined in the laughter.

Everyone was enjoying my embarrassment and distress.

My eyes turned cold. I suddenly jerked my head, shaking off Samuel's hand that was still pinching my chin.

Taking advantage of everyone's momentary shock, I broke free from the two guards' restraint.

I looked at Samuel's perfectly repaired nose mockingly:

"I see you need to be taught a lesson again."

"Looks like enough time has passed to make you forget the pain of having your nose broken. Today I'll kindly help you remember."

My eyes were sharp, my voice as cold as Satan from hell.

In that instant, everyone was shocked into silence by the powerful aura emanating from me.

Meeting my fierce gaze, Samuel looked panicked:

"Bitch, you wouldn't dare?!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll send you back to prison?"

I smiled coldly: "Let's find out then."

Ignoring Samuel's threats, under everyone's horrified and disbelieving gazes, I swung my fist hard at Samuel's face.

"Ahhh—"

Samuel staggered back two steps, clutching his nose and letting out a piercing wail.

His expensively repaired nose was crooked again.

Two streams of blood gushed out between his fingers.

"You dare hit me?!" Samuel was shocked and furious.

He never expected that after I'd been through prison, I would still dare to strike him.

The restaurant manager panicked, snorting coldly:

"Don't you have eyes? Don't you know where you are? Making trouble here? You must have a death wish."

If Samuel got hurt in his restaurant, when Raymond asked about it, he'd have no way to explain.

"Daring to hit Miss Samuel? This is suicide!"

The others snapped back to reality as well, looking at the blood on Samuel's face in horror.

"She's insane, completely insane!"

"This bitch has a death wish! She actually dared to hit Miss Samuel?"

Everyone looked at me as if I were already dead.

But I remained calm and composed.

Samuel's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with rage, looking at me as if he wanted to tear me into a thousand pieces.

"Aurora, either get on your knees and apologize, or die!"

"Choose!"

I laughed mockingly:

"You want me to apologize? You're not worthy."

"Good, good, GOOD!"

Samuel said "good" three times, then pulled several stacks of bills from his wallet.

He slammed them on the table with a "smack" and said to the security guards behind him:

"All of you, attack together. Beat her to death! Afterward I'll pay triple!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, eager to act.

Just as fists were about to land on me, a surprised and uncertain male voice came from behind:

"Aurora?!"