Betrayed by my sister, Deceived by my husband 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 25

Stacy POV**“Are you out of your mind?!” I demanded, my voice exploding through the cavernous space of the dining room.I took an aggressive step into his space, my chest heaving with a violent surge of adrenaline. The cool, detached mask I had worn for the last ten minutes cracked, replaced by a raw, burning fury that scorched my throat.“The marriage is happening, Ethan!” I snapped, shoving the gold-embossed invitation so close to his chest that he had to stumble back to avoid it touching his suit. “Nothing—and I mean absolutely *nothing* in this world—is going to stop or prevent it from happening! You are a ghost from my past, a pathetic memory I am scrubbing clean from my life! Now leave my house before I have security throw you out on the street like the trash you are!”Ethan stood frozen, his jaw working silently as he absorbed the stinging lashes of my words. The toxic rage in his eyes flickered, replaced for a fraction of a second by a profound, agonizing despair. Slowly, his

Stacy POV“What is Ethan trying to do?” I muttered beneath my breath, staring at the screen of my phone until the glowing white text burned into my retinas.My fingers trembled slightly against the glass, but it wasn't out of fear—it was out of pure, unadulterated disgust. He was completely out of his mind if he truly believed I gave a single damn about his threats, his pathetic warnings, or whatever desperate stunt he was planning next. He could run to the press, he could scream his baseless accusations from the rooftops, he could try to drag my name through the mud with every tabloid in the city... but it wouldn't change reality.He had forfeited his rights. He had traded his child for my sister's bed. He was never, ever going to father my daughter again.I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, shifted the SUV back into drive, and slammed my foot on the accelerator. The engine roared, cutting through the quiet morning as I sped away from the curb and headed straight toward the h

Stacy POVI slowly raised my head, my heart hammering a erratic, violent rhythm against my ribs as the entire restaurant plunged into a suffocating, dead silence.Standing right at the edge of our table was a stunning woman. She was wrapped in a skintight, emerald-green designer dress that screamed luxury, her heavy makeup impeccably applied, but her face was completely contorted in a mask of unhinged, wild fury. Tears were smudging her dark eyeliner, and her chest heaved as she glared down at our table with blinding hatred.I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling hands to rest flat on the white linen tablecloth. I cleared my dry throat, trying to keep my voice steady as every eye in the high-end establishment burned into us.“Are... are you talking to us?” I asked, trying to maintain a shred of dignity.She completely ignored me. She didn't offer me so much as a glance, treating my existence as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture. Instead, her bloodshot, tear-filled eyes