I didn't give her the chance to finish. I shoved past her and drove my fist straight into Noel's face.
"Remember your place as the side piece," I said coldly. "Don't be like your mother—that old homewrecker—always taking what belongs to others."
I pulled out a pair of scissors and slashed through his shirt.
The fabric tore with a satisfying rip, accompanied by his piercing shriek. I ripped the ruined garment off him completely.
"No clothes? Then go naked. My mother made this with her own hands. You're nothing but a mistress's spawn—I'd rather destroy it than let you wear it."
The room erupted into chaos. Grandma Evelyn, who normally guarded the family's image like a hawk, stood frozen in place—a rare moment of inaction.
Greta draped the shredded fabric over Noel's bare shoulders, glaring at me with undisguised fury.
"How can you be so vicious? In front of all these people—where is he supposed to put his face? It was just borrowing a shirt! Do you have to be this petty?"
I watched her twist right and wrong without a shred of shame. A cold laugh escaped me.
Then I raised the scissors and cut through every single fastening on the qipao she wore—the one my mother had sewn by hand.
"You've forgotten the vow you made to my mother—that you'd never betray me. That's fine." I let the scissors fall. "I haven't forgotten. What's between us is like this dress now. Severed beyond mending."
"I wish you and your little family a hundred years of happiness."
I walked out through a room of stunned faces.
The full-moon banquet didn't recover after that. Noel fainted from the humiliation, and Greta rushed him to the hospital.
Grandma Evelyn finished hosting alone, the baby in her arms.
The next morning, I collected my divorce certificate.
My phone was still filled with Greta's messages demanding an apology.
I blocked her, deleted the thread, and drove to the cemetery with the certificate in my pocket.
I'd had the headstone erected two weeks ago.
John Swanson, Beloved Son.
The grief hit fresh, raw, bottomless.
I opened my mouth to say something—anything—to him.
But Greta's voice cut through from behind me.
"I knew you'd be here. You always come to see the baby when you're upset. But yesterday you went too far. In front of everyone, you—"
Noel's theatrical gasp interrupted her.
"Greta! He named the grave the same as our baby! The exact same name!"