Novel & Cerita The Slap That Ended 18 Years

Slap! The sound of the slap reverberated in the lounge. Catherine was dumbstruck. She could smell the blood in her oral cavity, and half of her face was numb. Adina’s palm was just as numb. She nearly gave it her all during the slap. She stared at Catherine as she firmly said, “We’re talking as a married couple. Do you have the right to interfere?” Catherine’s lips trembled. “I… Ms. Daugherty, Mr. Winters and I truly love each other. Please, just quit.”

"You look... tense." my smile could have frozen the champagne in her glass. "You look like you've forgotten what happened to the last woman who touched my husband." The slap was a masterpiece of precision. I stepped forward (left foot at 45-degree angle for balance) My weight transfer (hips rotating for maximum torque) Then I struck (palm slightly cupped to create that perfect *crack*) The impact echoed through the hall, Sylvia's head snapping sideways with enough force to send a loose curl tumbling from her updo. Blood welled at the corner of her mouth—just enough for dramatic effect without requiring medical attention.

“We have witnesses who saw you raise your voice. And videos.” Videos? My stomach dropped. Brian stepped forward quickly. “Elena didn’t do anything—” Sophia walked closer, smirking. “We all know she’s desperate for cash. Her father is a criminal. She used to strip. This is nothing new for—” The slap that cracked through the air didn’t come from me. It came from Brian. He slapped Sophia. Hard. The entire site went silent. Sophia stumbled backward, eyes wide and shocked, holding her cheek.

Katerina asked again, more eagerly this time. As soon as I turned around to face her, a loud and resounding slap landed on my right cheek. It was so painful that I was sure her five fingers must have left a red imprint on there. In fact, the loudness of the slap attracted the public's attention to us. I was utterly embarrassed. "Bitch! How dare you slap my husband!" Annabel roared angrily at her. She lifted her arms and was about to slap Katerina, only to have her hand caught in mid-air by Kol.

Sylvia mocked, "It seems that he doesn't love you that much." "You bitch!" Tara erupted, raising her hand to Sylvia and arcing it to slap her. Just when her palm was inches away from striking Sylvia, she suddenly felt another hand grab her arm firmly. It was Sylvia's hand that had somehow wrung itself free from the ropes! Tara's eyes widened in shock. "How did you—" Smack! Sylvia slapped Tara’s face with her backhand. Tara was dumbfounded. Sylvia grinned with satisfaction. "Tara, consider this slap an interest from the sixty slaps you set me up with three years ago. I’ll return every single one of them in time. Just you wait.”

Right then, Cole made a move. He only took a small step forward. His icy gaze was locked on me, and he was unwavering. It was as if that intense fight before had nothing to do with him. He raised his hand again and made to slap me for the third time. I was frozen in place as I watched that hand come closer. My loved ones seemed unaffected. They were simply allowing this to happen. My heart was caught in the depths of despair. I did not even have the strength to avoid the slap.

Katerina asked again, more eagerly this time. As soon as I turned around to face her, a loud and resounding slap landed on my right cheek. It was so painful that I was sure her five fingers must have left a red imprint on there. In fact, the loudness of the slap attracted the public's attention to us. I was utterly embarrassed. "Bitch! How dare you slap my husband!" Annabel roared angrily at her. She lifted her arms and was about to slap Katerina, only to have her hand caught in mid-air by Kol.

You'll rot in hell! I walked up to him and looked down from above. "Liam, when you sent me to prison six years ago, did you ever think this day would come? You said I'm a loser, but it turns out, you're even worse. I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. That slap was for my father. I slapped him again. That one was for my mother. The third slap was for myself. Liam's mouth bled, and his face swelled up. He finally stopped shouting and was dragged away like a lifeless sack.

"What else would it be?" That simple answer landed like a punch. She swayed. Then stumbled forward a step. It looked like she wanted to grab his sleeve and demand an explanation. Or maybe slap him. In the end, she did neither. She just stood there and laughed. A broken, miserable sound. "You've been waiting for this day the whole time. Back at that nightclub, when she slapped you... that's when you started noticing her, wasn't it?" My fingers tightened. I expected Matt to deny it.

The slap had been a release, a manifestation of the frustration and hurt that had been building within me since the moment she reentered my life. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room, a jarring punctuation that seemed to resonate beyond the confines of the space. As the sting of my actions began to fade, I was acutely aware of the gathering crowd that had been drawn by the commotion. Their murmurs and whispers created an atmosphere charged with tension, a stage upon which this confrontation was playing out.