Chapter 4

Not long after, Damian called.

"Want to hang out? Claire's already putting the kid to bed."

All these years he never took me shopping or spent time with me. What a generous offer today—did he finally feel guilty and want to compensate me?

I had no patience for his nonsense. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Claire's coquettish voice.

"Still coaxing your princess at this hour? Aren't you tired? But I'm exhausted. Come give me a massage. It's all your fault—I have to care for the child and serve you too."

Damian hastily said, "Fine, I'll take you out another time."

The call ended abruptly. A deep bitterness welled up inside me.

If only I'd firmly prevented those two from spending time together, I wouldn't have ended up so miserable.

The next day, the wedding was canceled. Damian organized a class reunion. I went, thinking of it as a final goodbye to this failed relationship.

Classmates exchanged pleasantries. Seeing Claire holding her son, someone deliberately said:

"Claire already has a son? When did you get married? How come we classmates didn't know?"

"Claire, who's your son's father? Why didn't you bring him today for us to meet?"

The crowd was malicious. Claire looked uncomfortable.

Damian simply glanced coldly at me, then took their son from Claire's arms.

"I'm the child's father."

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to me.

People around me began whispering.

"I heard Claire and Damian were together back then, but something happened and he ended up with Rowena instead. Counting the time, Claire's son really is two years old."

"So Rowena's the mistress?"

I trembled with rage, suppressing my fury.

I stood to get some water, but Claire deliberately stepped on my dress hem.

Caught off guard, I fell to my knees. The room filled with malicious laughter.

My knees instantly bruised. The pain prevented me from standing.

"Is Rowena kneeling to confess her sins as a mistress?"

Damian just glanced at me with disgust, letting everyone gossip about me.

I glared at Claire through clenched teeth. Anyone paying attention would have noticed Claire stepping on my dress.

My long-suppressed anger erupted. I raised my hand to slap Claire's face, but Damian stood up and backhanded me instead.

SLAP.

The room fell silent.

In an instant, blood seeped from my mouth corner. My ears rang.

I stared coldly at Damian, then reached up and slapped him hard across the face.

"Damian, we're completely finished."