Chapter 5 Drama Queens

Henry and I were denied entry when we arrived at the venue. Soon, familiar figures showed up before us. Zoe had her arm looped around Tim's, and her other hand was holding Cece. They looked like the perfect family.

The sight of me wiped Tim's smile off his face as he frowned in displeasure. He noticed Henry holding me up and fell into his habit of starting a lecture. "You should be at home, reflecting on your mistakes, not hanging around with his lot."

Then, he scanned Henry coldly. "I heard you picked my lock, injured my housekeeper, and absconded with my wife. I should've called the cops, but I didn't. Now, you're going to mess up Zoe's welcoming party? I will make you pay!"

Zoe held her head high, and every inch of her body shouted arrogance. Of course, she was haughty. Tim was already doing all the work for her without her even saying a single word.

Henry couldn't stand that man anymore.

Before I could say anything, he waved the documents and shrugged. "Guess we're not welcome here, Eve. Pity we brought a present—"

"Silence!" Tim interrupted Henry coldly, ignoring the documents. He warned Henry to show me more respect. Then, he pulled me over to his side. "Don't hang out with men like him, Yvonne. Go home. I've gotten you…"

"You're the one who should be showing more respect, Mr. Ex-husband," I interrupted.

Tim froze. "What did you just call me?"

That was weird. He seemed to have lost recollection only after a few days. He'd signed the papers himself. That made him my ex-husband.

Henry got the cue and piled on him. "Yeah, you ignored your actual wife and made a big scene about inviting your ex into your house. The whole city knows about it. There's nothing more disrespectful than that! All I did was call her a nickname!

"Geez, this is how I know you'd have no standards if you didn't have double standards!"

Tim was still reeling from the shock of our divorce. So, the information overload froze him like he was an old computer.

I ignored him, shoved him away, and strode into the hall. However, Tim grabbed my wrist tightly, his face a whorl of shifting emotions. "What are you doing?"

"We're childhood friends. I can join her party, right? Or are you excluding me from my daughter's godparenting?"

Tim choked on his response. My expression was impassive, and my voice was cold.

The commotion caught the guests' attention, and they huddled around us. Zoe tugged on Tim's hem, telling him to kick us out.

Zoe's lackeys started mocking us before Tim could say anything.

"Ah, the protector of love, Yvonne Smith. So, are you here to supervise your husband or steal him away again?"

"Honestly, women shouldn't go after taken men. If his heart isn't yours, having only his body is useless."

"You've had him for six years. You should be content. Leave now, and save whatever dignity you have left."

The mockery was unending. Some of them even read my love letters out loud. I'd kept those in a diary and locked them up in the house. They shouldn't have gotten their hands on it, yet here they were.

I frowned and stared at Tim. He too seemed surprised, as if he hadn't seen this coming. I tried to smack the phones away in a fit of anger. Alas, Tim quickly put an arm around me and dragged me away.

He clasped both hands on my shoulders and hissed, "Calm down. Just let them laugh. It'll pass. Don't make it awkward for everyone. It's Zoe's night. Can you not steal her thunder?"

I stared at him, utterly dumbstruck at his audacity. Then, I slapped Tim hard enough to leave a burning red mark. Everyone fell into silence as if they'd just gotten their pause button hit.

"I see everyone's eager for drama. Then, feast your eyes on something better!"

Henry played the video and projected it onto the big screen in the hall. Once the first scene started playing, all the color disappeared from Tim's face.

Meanwhile, the guests gasped in visible surprise.