I stood there, head down, completely indifferent to Gresham's reaction. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and a few shocked gasps from onlookers.
I, who had once chased Gresham relentlessly, had slapped him in public. And I'd demanded a divorce.
Gresham's jaw clenched, his face still red from my slap. He stepped closer, exuding an intimidating aura. Alarmed, I instinctively backed away, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Was he really petty enough to hit back?
Seeing my reaction, his face twisted with anger, his eyes flashing dangerously. "What? Think I'd hit you? Or are you hoping I'd just stand here and take another slap?"
I met his gaze, lacing my words with sarcasm. "Are you done yet?"
Without warning, Gresham grabbed my arm, yanking me toward the v
