To back his mistress at a gala, my husband grabbed my hair and slapped me: “You’re nothing without me!” A tycoon burst in. His guards aimed g*ns at his head: “Touch my daughter? Let’s see if the Vances have enough bld to pay!”
Part 1 The slap cracked across the ballroom before the orchestra finished its final note. My husband still had a fist tangled in my hair when he hissed, “You’re nothing without me.” Two hundred guests stared as I bent over the champagne table, one cheek burning, crystal trembling beneath my palm. Across from me, Celeste…