At some point, Chloe Miller appeared behind him, her face full of false concern as she looked at me.
“Rachel, you really overreacted. It was just a bowl of noodles—now you’ve made a huge scene all over the city.”
Before I could respond, Emily came running up, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Daniel.
She was still young, and whatever Chloe had whispered to her at home, in her excitement she forgot to keep it hidden.
Right in front of me, she cried out, “Daddy!”
The entire room fell silent.
My son’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Daniel in disbelief.
Emily leapt into Daniel’s arms.
“Daddy, I haven’t seen you in so long! Did you bring me a present this time?”
After saying that, she cast my son a challenging look.
My son’s face twisted in fury. He reached out to push Emily away—
But Daniel shoved him to the ground without mercy.
The moment I saw Daniel lay hands on my son, I lost all control.
I raised my hand and slapped hard—
But Chloe moved quickly, stepping between us.
The slap landed squarely across her cheek instead.
Clutching her face, Chloe’s eyes filled with tears as she sobbed.
“Rachel, I’m sorry. I can’t hide it anymore. Daniel has always loved me. Now that your reputation is ruined, there’s no point pretending.”
“Daniel is useless to you. If you know what’s good for you, divorce him as soon as possible.”
I was shaking with rage. I had never seen a mistress act so self-righteously.
Daniel Carter gazed at Chloe Miller’s swollen cheek with pity.
Then his face darkened, and without warning he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.
“Slut! Bitch! Do you think you’re someone important? How dare you hit Chloe?”
“I’ve already had a lawyer draft the divorce papers. If you know what’s good for you, sign them immediately.”
“Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”
Daniel advanced step by step, and if I didn’t agree, I truly believed he might kill me on the spot.
I clutched my son tightly, glaring at them with cold fury.
Just as Daniel moved to strike me again, the sudden wail of sirens echoed from outside. Moments later, uniformed NYPD officers appeared at the door.
“Who called the police?”
The instant I saw them, relief washed over me.
I rushed forward with my son and cried,
“It was me! If I don’t sign the divorce papers, he said he’ll kill me.”
The matter could have been small or enormous, but in the end all of us were taken to the precinct.