Chapter 2 - The Mother's WrathThe guests murmured among themselves, holding their champagne glasses, expecting Clara to cower just as she had for years. They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that beneath Clara's quiet demeanor lay a woman who had once been a champion martial artist before giving up her career for a family that now betrayed her.
Brad turned his back dismissively, scoffing as he adjusted his gold lapel. "Go back to the kitchen, Clara. You're making a—"
Slap!
The sharp crack of Clara’s hand striking Brad’s face echoed like a gunshot through the massive hall. The blow was so forceful that Brad staggered sideways, his gold blazer whipping around him in a blur as his face turned bright red with shock and pain.
Silence descended on the ballroom. Even the string quartet stopped playing.
Brad clutched his cheek, his eyes wide with utter disbelief. He had never seen this side of his wife. "You... you bitch! How dare you hit me in front of my associates?!"
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"That was for threatening my daughter," Clara said, her voice dripping with ice. She stood tall, her posture unyielding, her crimson dress shimmering under the lights as she stepped forward with absolute confidence.
Brad’s face contorted with humiliated rage. He clenched his fists, forgetting every rule of etiquette, and lunged toward her with a raised fist. "I'll teach you respect!"
