The Slap That Ended 18 Years Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open—shocked, furious. “You,” she hissed, trembling with rage. “You! That crazy woman!” Without warning, Clara’s hand flew. Smack! The slap rang out—sharp, unforgiving. Ivy’s head jerked to the side from the force of it. The sound cut through the evening like a thunderclap, silencing nearby conversation. Even the music seemed to falter. A few staff members began whispering, recognizing Clara instantly. Some guests froze in place, stunned that something like this was happening in the middle of such a lavish, dignified event.

The same man who had called her his forever only hours ago and felt something inside her finally snap. “Since last year?” Her voice rose, trembling with rage and heartbreak. “You’ve been in a full relationship with her for over a year? While I was begging the doctors for answers? While I was decorating the nursery we might never use? While you were coming home and kissing me like nothing was wrong?” Daniel’s face crumpled. The red mark from her slap stood out starkly against his pale skin. “Lila, I—”

The moment my heels found purchase on the floor, I stood up, attempting to dart past his massive frame toward the door. But Alaric was faster. His heavy body slammed into mine, pinning me back down onto the leather cushions, his immense weight completely trapping me. Slap! The sharp, deafening crack of my palm colliding with his jaw echoed through the quiet room. I hit him with everything I had left. The force of the blow snapped his head to the side. Alaric froze, his muscles locking instantly. A thin bead of crimson welled where his teeth had bit into the inside of his lower lip. For a long, agonizing beat, he didn't move. He just stared at the wall, the dark, beastly fog in his eyes slowl

I had promised myself I would never let Richard hurt me again, but talking about it was slowly reopening wounds I thought had finally healed. “So what exactly did you do to get me fired, hmm? Did you sleep with one of the senior associates?” he spat viciously. “Which one was it? Or was it all of them? This was the opportunity you were looking for, right? To spread your legs like a whore and—” SLAP! The sound echoed sharply through the penthouse. Richard staggered sideways in complete shock. But I wasn’t done. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My palm collided against his face repeatedly before he could even react properly. The force of the blows snapped his head sideways violently each time.

A short, confused laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "That's funny." His expression didn't change. The laughter died instantly. "Oh." He was serious. "I'm not getting married." "You don't have a choice." "Actually, I do." The words had barely left my mouth before he stood. My entire body tensed. Years of experience had taught me to recognize that look. Too late. The slap landed across my cheek with enough force to make my ears ring. Pain spread through the left side of my face. I pressed my lips together.

And then they slapped me. The first smack was a stinging shock, the sound loud. Then the second felt hotter, bringing a throbbing ache. The third brought tears to my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I will not give them the satisfaction. The fourth. The fifth. The sixth. Alec, Cierra, Vera, Claudia... you all watch. The seventh and final slap was the hardest, ringing in my ears and leaving my cheekbone on fire. The maids released me immediately. I stayed on the floor for a moment, gathering my breath, tasting the metallic tang of blood inside my mouth.

As soon as his eyes spotted her, he rushed over, stood her up, and pulled her into his arms, drawing everyone’s attention, including Nicholas, who looked surprised. Fatima watched in silence. So did everyone. “I can’t believe you came back after all these years,” Raphael said as he held her closer. “My Bella.” He added. He was too loud, everyone in the room heard him. But that’s when she pulled away and gave him one of the hardest slaps ever. The sound cracked through the room like a whip. Everyone gasped. Raphael placed a hand on his cheek, eyes wide in shock. The sting bloomed fast, hot, sharp, leaving a red handprint. His head snapped to the side from the force. The room went dead quiet f

I should. My fingers loosened slightly. My body shifted. One step. That was all it would take. One step away from her. One step away from this. I did not take it. My hand moved before I could stop it. The sound of the slap cut through the room. Sharp. Clear. Final. Sara’s head snapped to the side. Silence. Complete silence. My chest rose and fell quickly. My palm stung. I did not regret it. Not even a little.

Across from him stood Xavier, his driver, holding a bottle of Coke he’d stolen from the mini-fridge… completely frozen in place. His jaw was open so wide, a bird could have made a nest in it. “You mean to tell me…” Xavier began slowly, his voice rising in disbelief, “…that dude actually slapped you?” Caspian didn’t even blink. “Full-on. Fingers, palm, wrist, insult… everything. A Michelin-star slap.” Xavier’s eyes bulged. “GodDAMN.”

"Did you break up with them? I hope you did. Men who force women are the greatest jerk of all." Shaking my head, I retorted, "You don't have an idea." Right after I broke up with them first, I gave them a parting gift— a slap from me and I stormed off wearing a triumphant expression on my face. Dang. The sound of my slap resounding across the four walls was like a trophy on my part. They deserved it. All of them. My throat felt like it was on fire because of the alcohol. It was only a sip, but my head was already spinning while Everette. He seemed fine.