The Slap That Ended 18 Years の小説・ストーリー

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

I already knew what was coming. “No.” He pointed at my face. “Please tell me that isn’t a handprint.” I sighed. “It is.” Jax blinked. Then burst into laughter. Not a polite laugh. A full, uncontrollable laugh that echoed around the conference room. He had to grab the back of a chair to steady himself. “You…” he wheezed between laughs. “You actually got slapped.” I folded my arms. “Are you finished?” He tried to stop laughing. He failed. “I’ve waited fifteen years for somebody to do that.”

“You know nothing brother, let’s go, I don’t want to spend another moment in front of this cursed woman, not just cursed but also so bitter,” Jordan said about to walk away but I wasn’t about to let him just walk away with how he just talked to me, he had it coming for eight whole years now, he went free the first time because I didn’t have the courage to stand up for myself back then, but now? It was different and I am not about to let him talk me down, I got up from my seat and pulled at his hands and he turned to face me with a shirk, I landed a wound slap on his face before he could say anything and I heard the grasp of everyone in the restaurant, before he could process the slap, I land

Although, her slap was long gone, my skin still felt it every bone and through. " Don, do..do you want me to suppress the news?", Matteo spoke in a very nervous voice. Ever since, she slapped me, I was silent after breaking tons of stuff in my office. Everyone saw the slap but I saw the humiliation in a public party by a woman. Don Azrael De Luca was slapped by a cheap Model in front of the whole country. Damn! It was her luck that she had walked out alive from the party! Just one bullet was enough to show her mistake but no, I wanted more from her. I wanted to show her the humiliation that he brought on me. From impression to hatred, she had successfully sealed a lifetime hatred for her ins

Her face stiffened for a moment, and she glared at him, saying, "What are you laughing at? Haven't you seen someone hiccup before?" Making a mountain out of a molehill! "Saw it." Foster fastened his seatbelt methodically and said, pausing for a moment, "Just saw it." Hannah tightened her grip on the phone, she would have hit him by now if it wasn't illegal to do so. She remembered the incident from over half a month ago when she got drunk and slapped Foster, and couldn't help but bite her lip. I regret only giving two slaps, if only I had given two more slaps back then!

We laugh together before I ask why she slapped me. "Young lady, you zoned out on me when we were still talking. That is not fair and it is disrespectful to your elders!" "For crying out loud Tania you're only a year older than me." I can't help but laugh at this drama queen. "Ouch, you wolves are something else. The moment I slapped you, I quickly regretted it. My hand is on fire. As if I hit a stone!"

I caught her wrist mid-swing, my grip was iron tight as I held her arm suspended in the air, not letting it move. For a moment, we were frozen in time, neither of us doing anything else but simply existing. Her face was twisted with fury, mine was calm and blank as usual, showing no expression on my face. She wanted to pull out of the tight grip that I had on her but I held on tight. Then I slapped her. The sound was loud enough that it echoed throughout the kitchen like a gunshot, and Elena fell to the floor immediately with a cry of shock and pain. The slap had been delivered with the right amount of force. It was hard enough to send a message that I wasn't someone that she could think she

That was the height of it all, and when I couldn't control my anger anymore, I ended up slapping her. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Connor. No man slaps me. No man has ever done that before, and I won't allow you to do that," she spat at me before she sent two hot slaps across my cheeks, and my eyes slowly narrowed in shock. It was the first time a woman was going to slap me, and it felt so unreal. For the next few seconds, I stood frozen on the spot while trying to comprehend the heck just happened. I tried to convince myself that it was just my illusion, but it was obvious that it wasn't. Janice really slapped me. She fucking slapped me. "Janice..."

".. I found Bianca having sex with him." The slap came fast. I was actually expecting it but it came before I could even prepare myself for the pain. My face snapped sideways from the force of it. My cheek throbbed and my lips split. Blood gushed out and I couldn't hold my tears from falling. My vision blurred. I didn't flinch , I was already getting used to it. A year ago, I would've tried to fight back. Now I know one thing, speaking up made it worse. So now, I let the sting of the slap settle on my cheek.

The knot inside her chest pulsed with exhausted anger. Then, like a breaking wave that had to hit the cliff to prove it was real, Elena stepped forward until she was almost on him. Her hand rose in a clean, fierce arc—less theatrical than necessary, more precise and final—and the sound the slap made was sharp and immediate in the quiet room. Damian’s face turned, the red bloom spreading across one cheek like a tide. He reached up with a stunned, reflexive motion as if the world had shifted and he had to steady himself. The surprise in his eyes was not only at the physical sting but at the human fracture the slap symbolized: a contract broken in a way neither legal papers nor boardrooms could