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In the seventh year of our marriage, my husband, Lewis, was entangled with his assistant.
Every time I caught him, he would tearfully promise to break it off, only to turn right around and go back to her.
The same drama played out dozens of times.
At the brand launch event, his assistant intentionally pushed me, spilling champagne all over my face.
Just as I was about to explain, Lewis rushed over to shield her and slapped me across the face.
"Miranda! You can't even hold a glass of champagne steady, and you dare to hit Natalie? Get the hell out!"
Dozens of executives and employees in the audience watched as I, the founder of the brand, was humiliated.
I clutched my face and suddenly burst out laughing.
"I can't stand myself either, for I should have divorced you long ago."
Next morning, the entire company received a notice.

Reclaiming Myself After Divorce

Amidst everyone's knowing gazes, I strode quickly toward the door.


From behind me came Lewis's apologetic voice:


"My apologies, everyone. My wife is having a bit of a childish tantrum. For spoiling everyone's fun, I'll drink three glasses as a penalty!"


Natalie immediately chimed in with a coquettish voice:


"Lewis, it's all my fault for making Miranda angry. I'll drink three glasses too!"


My steps came to a sudden halt, as if I'd been stabbed in the back.


My nails dug deep into my palm, and the freshly scabbed wound began to bleed again.


The executives from the luxury group were still present; I couldn't lose my temper on the spot.


But this humiliation was something I would never endure in silence.


After cleaning the wine stains from my clothes, I immediately called for my assistant:


Chapter 6