Applause and murmurs of admiration filled the room.
“This is so touching. After going through such a disaster together, your love must be even stronger.”
“Yes, many families were torn apart by the earthquake, but the fact that the three of you survived is nothing short of a miracle. You’ll surely be even happier in the future.”
Another reporter turned to Quintus. “Mr. Ford, you are not only a successful businessman but also an exemplary husband. Do you have any words for your fellow men?”
Quintus adjusted his posture, bent down slightly, and gazed at Vanessa with deep affection. Just as he cleared his throat to speak, I pushed through the crowd, gripping something I had prepared earlier.
Without hesitation, I strode straight toward him and slapped him across the face.
The sound of a sharp, resounding slap echoed as my hand landed on his face.
He staggered back, almost falling to the ground.
The room erupted into chaos, and hundreds of cameras turned their lenses toward me.
“Giselle, you—”
I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Vanessa, who sat frozen in her wheelchair. “She’s your wife? Then tell me, Quintus, who am I? What about our child?”
Before Quintus could react, I tore away the black cloth covering my chest.
A small, square urn was exposed for all to see.
