Chapter 21

Sarah

Vincent clasps my hand tightly as we enter the party, filled with men in sharp suits and women wearing expensive cocktail dresses. It's one of those extravagant affairs that screams wealth and status.

I couldn't get away with wearing denim shorts for this event, so I'm wearing a velvet dress that falls above my knees and high heels.

My eyes sparkled with anticipation, but Vincent's grip tightened—a silent command to remain at his side.

"Remember, you're here as my wife and I am well respected in this crowd," Vincent mutters, a sneer warping the corner of his mouth. "Don't embarrass me."

My smile falters. Way to ruin my mood already!

"Embarrass you?" I echo, heat rising in my cheeks. "How presumptuous of you."

"Can you blame me for thinking that? You've been nothing but a pain in my ass ever since we got married. So just do me a favor and don't make a scene, Sarah," he says, his voice dripping with condescension.

Oh, hell no. Now I want to make a scene!

I pull away from