“I told them my Andrew is like a knight. He’ll protect me. But they didn’t believe me and told me to bring him over.”

In the VIP room, people showed a smile as they praised her.

“Bianca, you really have good taste. She didn’t pick anyone for so long, but when she did, it was someone special.”

"Mr. Russell spent a lot of money on Bianca. Everyone in the industry praises him for choosing power over beauty. Hahaha!"

"Exactly," the man with a big belly said, lifting his wine glass.

"Bianca, why don’t you toast to Mr. Russell, too?"

I stopped walking and froze just as I was about to open the door.

Andrew was allergic to alcohol. In fact, he never drank. Even at business events, I was always the one who drank for him.

I stared at the wine glass in front of Andrew and watched Bianca act cute, saying, "I don’t drink so. Andrew wouldn’t let me."

"Isn’t that right?" she said again, clinging to his arm.

Then Andrew picked up the wine glass. His face was cold as he looked at the man.

"Bianca won’t drink, Sir," he said.

"If there’s a toast, Mr. Johnson and I will drink instead."

I watched Andrew drink the entire glass. The room burst into laughter. Bianca blushed and praised Andrew like he was her hero. He then smiled gently before he pinched her cheek.

It felt like my body was being cut open by a dull, rusty knife. The pain was slow and deep and the wounds were ugly and raw.

I saw the blood in my mind, bright red and flowing. I felt like I was falling apart, yet I still wondered if maybe I was wrong. Maybe there was a reason.

My best friend, Monica, held me up as I shook, ready to storm in.

"Andrew, you’re fucking monster!" she yelled.

But I stopped her. I took out my phone and called him. Even now, I still hoped he would give me a real explanation, something to make it all make sense.

I saw Andrew pick up his phone from the table. He looked at Bianca with a strange expression. But Bianca ended the call right away.

Then, she grabbed his arm again and reminded him, "You promised."

"You said you would support me," she said, biting her lip.

She looked at Andrew with determination.

I kept calling. Again and again. The screen on the table lit up and went dark. Finally Andrew made a choice.

"Yes."

"I promised you."

After that, my husband turned his phone upside down, blocking all my calls. Bianca smiled brightly. That smile was the final blow that broke me completely.