That didn’t stop me.
Dressed in a striking dark designer gown, I walked through the ballroom’s grand double doors just as the formal toast was about to begin.
Eleanor noticed me immediately.
Her expression twisted with disgust as she marched across the room and positioned herself directly in my path.
“How dare you show your pathetic face here, Victoria? You couldn’t give Brad children, so step aside and let real family celebrate true happiness!” Eleanor sneered loudly for all the guests to hear.
Brad stood nearby holding the twins, wearing an arrogant smirk while Chloe stood beside him glowing with undeserved pride.
I didn’t argue.
I didn’t raise my voice.
Instead, I calmly opened my designer handbag, removed a thick official legal envelope stamped with my attorney’s seal, and held it out toward Eleanor.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Eleanor; consider this my ultimate grand celebration gift to your precious family,” I said with a cold, unshakeable smile.
