"If you think you can treat my husband like a common dog in front of the entire city and survive the night, Ghina, you are completely mistaken."
The unspoken declaration hung invisibly in the air, vibrating through the collective consciousness of the three secret wives as Richter remained frozen on the floor. The dark red vintage wine continued its slow, humiliating descent, dripping from the strands of his dark hair and pooling onto the immaculate white marble of the Grand Ballroom. The laughter of the high society elite cascaded around him like shattering glass, a cruel symphony of privileged mockery celebrating his public degradation. Ghina turned away with a sharp, dismissive click of her heels, completely satisfied with the absolute display of her dominance. Richter kept his eyes p
