Chapter 4

"It's obviously fake! Anyone can run their mouth," someone said with a scoff. "We've watched Anton grow up, so we know for sure what type of man he is."

"Since she claims the hotel's hers, why not claim his entire company too while she's at it?"

A timid female voice piped up. "But I've seen the brand of her clothes online. It's an insanely expensive luxury label, and even Callie has never worn anything like that…"

Callie immediately shot the woman a furious glare. "This is your first time coming to the city, so what do you even know about branded labels?

"We're from the same village. Now, you're taking a stranger's side?"

The woman shrank back and was too terrified to speak another word.

Satisfied, Anton withdrew his gaze and grabbed Callie's hand. Then, he raised it high to display the dazzling matching rings on their ring fingers to the entire hall.

Looking down at me as if I were a complete loser, he asked, "Myrtle, you claim that today was supposed to be our wedding day, but where's your proof?

"Not a single one of my relatives has ever met you. If it were true that I was going to marry you, wouldn't I have introduced you to my family?

"Besides, have we ever registered for a marriage certificate or taken wedding photos? Have I ever bought you wedding gifts?

"You need evidence before you make claims, Myrtle. And I've provided every single item I've listed for Callie."

Callie leaned against his shoulder and grinned triumphantly. "That's right, Myrtle. You can't just say whatever you want."

Anton's accusations held up, and I couldn't refute them.

He was right. When I agreed to marry him, I had foolishly asked for nothing since I had been head over heels for him and happened to lack nothing.

I never imagined that love would one day turn into a blade of betrayal driven straight into my chest.

Guests in the hall pointed at me and started whispering.

"What excuse does this shameless homewrecker have now?"

"We can't just let her walk away. She needs to be taught a lesson."

Someone grabbed my hair and dragged me hard to the floor. Peter shot a look at the greaseball, who immediately understood.

Bending over with a lewd grin, he started grabbing my chest. "Being a mistress isn't the thing to do, sweetheart. Let me teach you some proper manners."

I screamed and desperately thrashed to avoid his grip, but my limbs were firmly pinned down.

Terror gripped me. I cried out Anton's name, praying for a shred of his conscience and begging him to call them off.

His eyes widened as he stepped forward to intervene, but Callie pulled him back. "I'm upset that she ruined our wedding, Anton, so I want to teach her a small lesson."

He hesitated. "But—"

"It's just a little lesson; you know our people won't go too far. Plus, we're standing right here, so what could possibly happen?"

Anton fell silent.

When Callie wrapped her arms around him, he absentmindedly stroked her back as more men began roaming their hands over my body.

"Let me go! This is rape! You'll go to prison for this!"

In the next second, a slap sent my vision spinning.

"Flithy homewrecker! As a slut everyone's slept with, what makes you think you can lecture us? This isn't rape; this is justice!"

Countless filthy words drowned me.

Just as despair swallowed me whole, a voice rang out from the entrance. "My apologies, everyone. I was delayed because—"

After the newcomer saw my face, his voice turned sharp with terror. "Stop! What the hell are you doing?"