“Do not touch me,” he said sharply.
Madison froze.
“You stole a man who lied about absolutely everything,” Benjamin continued coldly, “because you’re empty inside. You chased fake status because you have no value of your own.”
He pulled me gently against his side.
“Emma loved me when she believed I had nothing,” he said. “That’s because her heart actually has substance. You are not a victim, Madison. You’re a parasite.”
Then he turned toward Ethan.
“Ethan,” Benjamin said calmly, “you’re fired. Effective immediately. Leave my property. And leave the car keys on the table.”
Ethan didn’t argue.
He rushed toward the head table, dropped the Ferrari keys onto the white tablecloth, and practically fled the ballroom without looking back.
The doors slammed shut behind him.
Madison stood completely alone in the center of the dance floor.
The woman who spent her life demanding attention was finally suffocating beneath it.
Whispers spread through the room. Then laughter. The very social circle she desperately wanted approval from was openly rejecting her.
“Emma, please!”
My mother rushed forward frantically.
“She’s your sister!” Diane cried. “Don’t humiliate her like this!”
