“Are you insane?” I snap, my voice furious. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
He’s breathing hard now, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes burning with anger.
“That document,” I say, pointing at the shredded papers on the floor, “was a major share reconstruction agreement from one of our affiliates. A very sensitive one. Do you know how long it took to negotiate that?”
For a brief moment, his expression falters.
Then his anger surges again.
“You think because you poured your sweat into this place you can do whatever you want?” he shouts. “I own this company, Riley. Do you hear me? I owned it before I married you, you bastard b***h—”
SLAP! The sound of my hand hitting his face is loud and sharp.
The slap lands hard.
Ethan stumbles back a step, stunned, his head sn
