CHAPTER 3: A Night Of Total Embarrassment

The mansion buzzed with music and laughter, its chandeliers casting a warm, golden light over the elegantly attired guests. This evening was meant for celebration, but for me, it seemed like yet another setup for humiliation, something more than humiliation.

Xavier stood prominently in the center, looking so hot and cold . Beside him, Victoria clung to his arm like a prized possession, throwing me smug looks whenever our eyes met. I forced myself to stand tall, pretending their whispers and laughter didn't stab at me like sharp daggers.

As the evening continued, waiters circulated with trays of exquisite wines and sweet nice treats. I stood in the shadows, aware of my role in this cruel game. Then it happened.

Victoria, adorned in a crimson gown that mirrored her malicious intent, approached me with a flute of juice delicately in hand. Before I could react, she 'tripped,' splashing the drink all over my dress…..

"Oh dear," she exclaimed, feigning concern. "I'm such a mess."

The room fell silent for a brief moment before laughter erupted, eyes filled with amusement as I stood there, drenched in sticky juice a public display of my shame,like pure shame.

I held my fists, determined not to show weakness. Holding back tears, I rushed toward the restroom, desperate for a moment to gather myself before I completely broke down in tears.

But Victoria wasn't finished with me,not yet.

She followed closely, her heels clicking on the marble floors like a countdown to my despair. As I stepped inside, she abruptly pushed me, causing me to stumble forward.

Before I could regain my footing, she yanked my hair, forcing me to the cold floor, pain shooting through my knees.

"You think you belong here?" she hissed. "Let me show you what that really means."

With a brutal shove push, she sent me sprawling toward the toilet. My face was inches away from the filth, and before I could react, she pushed my head down into the poo water,I was literally forced to eat a pop,a disgusting poo.

I gagged, flailing as I struggled to escape her grip. The stench and taste were overwhelming to the mouth and nose, and I felt bile rise in my throat, but she showed no mercy,no single mercy.

She laughed maliciously. "Go ahead, drink it. This is all you deserve."

I choked, my body filled with revulsion. My lungs burned as I fought against her strength, but she overpowered me with pure malice,pure hatred.

As if it weren't enough, she abruptly lifted my head, leaving my face dripping in filth. Through my tears, I saw flashes from a phone camera. Two security guards stood by the door, capturing the scene, enjoying it like twisted entertainment.

"Perfect," she cooed, scrolling through the photos. "Now, let's see how Xavier reacts to this."

With that, she bursted out, leaving me trembling and shattered. My body shook with sobs, but I forced myself to stand. I needed to clean up before anyone else saw me like this.

But faith has a mind of its own.

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As I exited the restroom, Xavier stood there, his face dark with rage. He didn't ask for explanations or question what he saw on Victoria's phone.

With one swift motion, he seized my wrist and pulled me forward. "You filthy whore!" he spat, his eyes seething with hatred. "How dare you embarrass me like this?"

Before I could respond, he slapped me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. Pain exploded in my skull, but he didn't stop there.

He kicked me repeatedly, and though my ribs ached and my breath came in ragged gasps, I refused to cry. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

The guests watched, but no one intervened. No one cared.

"Know your place, Isabelle," he taunted. "You're nothing. You'll always be nothing."

Another kick hit my stomach, causing me to curl up, making me throw up. My vision blurred, darkness creeping in at the edges, but I could still hear Victoria's triumphant laughter.

Then Xavier turned to the guards. "Lock her in the basement. She can rot there for all I care."

They dragged me away, my body too weak to resist. As the heavy door slammed shut behind me, covering me in darkness, I let my tears flow freely.

I was bleeding. I was broken. And above all I was alone.Yet, deep within me, a flicker of hope sparked.

One day, they would regret this. One day, I would rise again,but will the day ever come?

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When the metal door creaked open, I stumbled out of my confinement, my body aching from hours of imprisonment. My muscles protested, my throat raw from crying, and my mind begged for relief. I had barely caught my breath before I saw her Xavier's mother.

For an instant, a glimmer of hope sparked within me. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she would recognize my suffering and show me the compassion I had been denied for so long.

"Mother," I murmured, my voice weak and fragile.

But before I could say anything further, a sharp slap landed against my cheek, sending my head spinning and stinging deep within my skin.

"How dare you address me so casually after bringing shame to my son?" she spat, venom lacing her words.

I staggered back, confusion and hurt warring inside me. "I… I don't understand."

"You don't understand?" she laughed mockingly, her voice escalating. "Let me make it clear, you pitiful beggar. You are nothing but a disgrace, an embarrassment to this family! Do you think that marrying my son earns you respect? Just look at yourself! You're weak, pathetic, utterly useless!"

Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked rapidly, determined not to let them fall.

"I raised my son to be a king, and what did he end up with? A woman devoid of dignity, lacking pride, someone who can't even keep her man interested! Tell me, Isabelle, how does it feel to be replaced?"

I held my fists, my breath quickening.

"You thought marriage made you untouchable? That you could keep my son on a leash? Foolish girl," she sneered. "Victoria is the only one deserving of standing by his side. The only one fit to bear his children. And the best part?" She leaned in closer, her voice a wicked whisper. "She doesn't even need a wedding to outrank you."

A broken sob escaped my throat, and I fell to my knees, utterly defeated.

"Look at you, crying like a child," she mocked. "Do you think your tears will change anything? Do you think Xavier will suddenly love you again? No, dear, he has moved on. And you? You are merely an unfortunate mistake, a pathetic bastard."

She paced around me, her voice relentless, each word a dagger into my already fractured heart. "I regret ever allowing you into this family. You disgust me. Have you heard what people are saying? That Xavier kept you out of pity? That he married you out of obligation, not love? And now that he's found someone better, he hasn't even had the decency to dispose of you properly. He lets you linger like a stray dog, waiting endlessly for scraps that will never come."

I bit my lip, the pain grounding me, but nothing could shield me from the cruel truth of her words.

"You should leave," she continued. "Walk away before you become an even bigger joke. Or do you enjoy being pitied? Do you like watching your husband sleep with another woman, knowing he'll never touch you again?"

That set me off. A raw sob erupted from my body, my hands gripping my chest as if attempting to hold my shattered heart together.

She sighed dramatically. "Pathetic. You don't even have the dignity to fight back."

I wanted to truly, I did. But I felt utterly drained. I had nothing left in me.

With one last look of contempt, she turned and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the floor like discarded debris.

I didn't know how long I remained there, huddled and weeping. Time blurred, my existence reduced to pain and embarrassment.

When I finally stood, my legs shook beneath me. I needed air. I needed to escape this smothering nightmare, even if just for a moment.

I wiped my tears, took a shaky breath, and placed one foot in front of the other, resolved to move beyond the remnants of my broken spirit.

Stepping out onto the grand balcony, I yearned for a moment of peace. But the sight before me shattered what remained of my soul.

Xavier. Victoria.

Their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace,there where having hot and steamy sex, her moans soaring into the night as his hands explored her curves,his hands fondling her breast making her jeck with pleasure, he kept on going in and out of her life his life depended on his and Victoria on the other hand kept on moaning.

Right there. In plain sight.For everyone to witness.For me to witness.

I couldn't breathe. My lungs betrayed me, my stomach twisted violently, nausea surging upwards. I yearned to scream, to flee, to vanish.

As if he sensed my presence, Xavier lazily turned his head, locking eyes with me. And then

He smirked.No shame. No guilt. Just cruel satisfaction.

Victoria followed his eyes, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Enjoying the view, darling?" she purred, pressing herself into him, her hands sliding down his chest.

I staggered back, my vision blurring, the air thick and suffocating. My heart pounded painfully, each beat a reminder of my despair.

I couldn't withstand it,I can't.

I spun around and bolted away, ignoring the laughter that followed me, ignoring the turmoil ripping at my soul.

Once I reached my room, I collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently.

And for the first time since this nightmare began, I let myself completely unravel,I cried like a baby.

I sobbed loud, raw, uncontrollable cries that shook my entire being. Tears streamed down my face, soaking into the cold floor, but I didn't care.

There was no pride left to defend.I had nothing.No husband. No family. No home.Nothing.Just pain.

And in that moment, as my cries filled the empty room, a chilling realization washed over me.I was utterly, completely alone….