My husband repeatedly sla***ed me in the face over a trivial matter. The next morning, he saw a lavish feast and said, “It’s good that you’ve finally come to your senses!” But he panicked and nearly fainted from shock after seeing the guests seated at the table…

Daniel frowned. “Who’s here?”

“Guests,” I replied.

Evelyn looked irritated. “At breakfast?”

Daniel smirked confidently. “Fine. Let them witness how obedient you’ve become.”

I walked slowly to the front door and opened it.

My lawyer entered first.

Margaret Voss wore a charcoal-gray suit sharp enough to cut glass.

Behind her stood two uniformed police officers.

Then came Mr. Hale from the bank.

Then Victor — Daniel’s business partner — pale and visibly sweating.

And finally came Lena, Daniel’s assistant, clutching a thick folder against her chest with trembling hands.