Payback time.

Evans was frowning and thought Cathy was being rude , as he was about to take few steps forward to stop her, he saw Melissa turning around with a cold look on her face as she looked at Cathy.

The crowd was dumpstamped, as they held their breath, transfixed by the unfolding drama that felt more like a twisted soap opera than a celebratory occasion..

That frozen moment, Melissa seized Cathy's arm and yanked her towards the edge of the grand swimming pool that shimmered under the moonlight.

Cathy, suddenly reduced to a helpless creature, blinked up at Melissa, confusion and fear mingling in her wide eyes.

In a swift movement, Melissa held Cathy's chin with a fierce grip and delivered a sharp slap that echoed through the crowd, leaving the imprint of her fingers on Cathy's pale cheek.

Cathy let out a shriek that pierced the stillness, her voice a mixture of disbelief and agony.

But before anyone could react, Melissa pushed her into the crystalline waters of the pool, making a big splash that sent water cascading like a silver curtain, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.

Suddenly, Cathy's scream began to fade as she struggled in the waters. She never expected that of Melissa, that wasn't the girl she once knew, who could not speak up for her she, and this, was another version of her.

Melissa let her to nearly drowning,just let what Cathy did to her earlier, then she pulled her hand and held Cathy's.

"Hope you have not forgotten what occurred in this same pool earlier? What did you think was going to happen? That you could drown me in your schemes and still swim free? Her voice cold and calm as she continued. And by the way you accused me of a crime l didn't do in the dressing room, but now, l admite to what have done."

Cathy's reaction was different from when she hit her head and accused Melissa,

The crowd had turned into a confused audience, waiting for someone to pull the two women apart, but everything felt surreal, as if they were part of a spellbinding.

Evans stood rooted to the spot, shock etched across his face.

He barely recognized the woman he had married; the gentleness was gone, replaced by a fierce resolve he had never witnessed before.

Cathy knew how to swim, but at first she pretended to be drowning, but as she saw, no one was coming to help her out, she the began swimming.

As she was about to step out, she felt a cold iced liquid Falling on her head, slowly she raised her head. It was Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1945 - worthy $600,000. Falling onto her, Cathy's dignity was instantly crushed .

Melissa's eyes were cold and sullen with unbridled contempt as she poured a bottle of Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1945 on Cathy.

"Tararara..suprise....! Don't be in a hurry to leave yet, mistress Reynolds, l still have a better suprise for you."

Melissa left the scene, all the guests looked at Cathy with contemn.

"She's good at acting, she pretended to be righteous," the crowd began to whisper.

Melissa was so calm and confident in whatsoever she was doing.

The crowd all saw the Cathy began the whole thing.

"Evans.." Cathy's voice trembled as he called the man stand in front of her just glancing at the whole drama quietly.

Jealous led Cathy to where she was at the moment. Cathy hated the fact the Melissa took even as attention, as soon as she appeared at the banquet.

And now, Cathy was so afraid of what other trick Melissa was plotting, all she wants was to leave the banquet before everything goes worse.

Cathy's heart raced, embers of humiliation igniting. She turned to Evans, her voice trembling. "You know me, you wouldn't think I could—"

But as her words faltered, his expression turned steely. "You hit yourself, didn't you? In the dressing room." He questioned, his voice hollow, an anchor that weighed heavily in the air.

Cathy felt desperation clawing at her throat.

"Of course not! Why would I accuse her wrongly? Melissa just wants to tarnish our names!" Tears brimmed in her eyes, fear trickling through her bravado. "You've known me for so long. would l do such a thing."

Evans gaze was so deep as he scrutinized Cathy. His intimidating eyes made her to tremble.

" Let me send you back."

At that moment, Cathy felt a bit of relief, as she was about to trek out, they heard a shout,

"look up stairs ..."

All eyes shifted to the second floor. There stood Melissa, a vision of elegance, leaning against the railing with a black medium leather suitcase at her side, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Bordeaux in the other.

As she sipped, the smoke curled around her like a wisp of shadow that made her elegant and enchanting that the crowd could not help but stare the her beauty.

Cathy watched as Melissa casually took out bundles of ten thousand dollars notes, her heart shuddered as Melissa threw the bundle one by one insouciantly, the bills gliding through the air like leaves in a whimsical dance and fell on the ground and at the pool.

She continued throwing the notes that both the waiters and even some guests excitedly picked up the noted , everyone was shocked of the scene, but not as shocked as Cathy.

Still Melissa wasn't satisfied, the bandkes weren't reducing from the bag, she then carried out the whole bag leaned at the railing and poured it down.

Just like that.

The $50 million cash eloquently cascading like confetti down towards the floor on the people below, including Evans and Cathy.

"This was triple ten times the amount you paid me for my blood in five year, Evans Reynolds. Now that l have paid you back, we're even. You don't owe me anything."

Melissa declared, her voice calm yet dripping with an edge so sharp it could cut glass.