Chapter 7
Just then, his peripheral vision caught our table, and the moment our eyes met, the air froze.
Reid’s expression shifted from rage to shock, finally settling on an inexplicable shame.
He gripped Maya’s wrist tightly, forcibly dragging her to our table.
“Get on your knees and apologize to Scarlett!”
Maya struggled desperately: “Are you insane?! Why should I apologize to this woman?!”
“Have you forgotten how you targeted and slandered Scarlett before?” Reid pressed down on her shoulders. “Don’t get up! Kneel!”
In an instant, everyone in the restaurant was staring.
Maya collapsed to the ground in despair, her hair disheveled, no longer maintaining her usual refined appearance.
Ronan calmly wiped his mouth and took my hand:
“Let’s go. We’ll eat somewhere else.”
As we got up to leave, Maya’s heart-wrenching screams echoed behind us:
“Scarlett! May you die a horrible death!”
Seeing her like this, I actually felt a moment of pity.
“Maya, when will you realize that cherishing what you have is better than trying to get everything someone else has?”
Hearing my words made her even more furious: “Don’t you fucking act like a saint with me! It’s disgusting to watch!”
The moment she finished speaking, Reid backhanded her with another slap.
‘What right does a homewrecking bitch like you have to talk back?”
Ronan squeezed my hand tighter.
For a long time after that, there was no news of Reid.
Until the day I went to the company to bring Ronan lunch and ran into him at the elevator.
Reid had lost weight, his suit hanging loose on his frame.
The moment he saw Ronan, his eyes reddened:
‘Fine, you stole my wife, but why do you have to take my shares too?!”
Ronan shielded me behind him, his voice cold as ice:
‘Don’t forget-you were the one who abandoned her for Maya first. As for the shares, that was Mom and Dad’s decision.”
Only then did Reid notice my presence. He dropped to his knees with a thud.
‘Scarlett…” He raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. “I was wrong… I really know I was wrong…”
The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the hallway. His left cheek quickly swelled, but he was about to continue hitting himself.
I stepped back and kicked him in the shoulder: “Get away.”
He staggered and fell, then immediately crawled back to grab my pant leg:
“Give me another chance, please? I don’t want anything else, just you…”
“Security.” I pressed the call button by the elevator. “Someone’s harassing us here.”
Two security guards quickly arrived and dragged him away.
Reid struggled to look back, his eyes nearly crazed: “Scarlett! Look at me! I love you more than Ronan does!”
I walked into Ronan’s office without looking back.
Soon after, I announced our marriage on social media.
When a reporter asked what I liked most about Ronan, I smiled at the camera: “His eyes, especially the way he looks at me.”
I never expected that comment would become Reid’s obsession.
At the Ashford family dinner, when I entered on Ronan’s arm, I discovered Reid had changed.
His originally single-lidded eyes now had obvious double eyelids, and they still showed signs of swelling.
