“Mr. Carter, when you went abroad after the accident, everyone thought the marriage was off. Now that you’ve returned, are you planning to revive the engagement between the two families?”
“Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter…”
The chaotic questions faded behind me.
I leaned against my car, continuing the prenatal music lessons for the baby in my belly.
Daniel strode out, still trailed by relentless reporters.
“Mr. Carter, your former fiancée is about to remarry. Do you have nothing to say?”
His steps halted at the doorway, his gaze locking on me.
“Remarry? Don’t tell me you really believe anyone would marry such a vicious, deranged woman?”
“A grand engagement banquet, yet the groom won’t even show his face. Clearly, he has no intention of marrying her.”
“Sophia, don’t you feel ashamed of yourself?”
As the third nursery rhyme ended, I put away my phone.
A woman in a simple dress rushed forward and threw herself into Daniel’s arms.
“Daniel, Daniel—you’re finally back.”
“Why didn’t you see me? Why didn’t you answer my calls or reply to my messages?”
“Do you even know what these four years have been like for me?”
Daniel’s hand lifted into the air, then paused midair.
After a moment, he finally rested it on the girl’s back, patting her as if to comfort her.
I had no intention of indulging their melodrama, but after his repeated provocations earlier, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer.
I walked forward, holding my handbag in front of my stomach so the baby wouldn’t “see” me hit someone.
Then I raised my hand and slapped Daniel hard across the face.
The air fell silent for a heartbeat.
Chloe Miller looked up through tears, spotting the bright handprint on Daniel’s cheek, and glared at me in outrage.
“Sophia Evans, what gives you the right to hit him?”
“Because he disrupted my engagement party. Because he insulted me. Because he dared show his face in front of me again!”
The cold fury in my eyes made Chloe’s shoulders tremble.
She had seen my ruthlessness before.
Six years ago, Daniel and I were still lovers.
Because of her interference, our relationship collapsed.
Relying on his favor, she had provoked me directly, and I slapped her across the face.
In retaliation, Daniel had his men corner me in an alley and slap me ninety-nine times.
That day, I lost my first child with him.
I didn’t call the police, and I certainly didn’t forgive.