Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Novel – Breakup Over A D**n Mug Crack! My fiancé hit me. Three minutes ago, I had been daydreaming about how to decorate our ridiculously expensive penthouse apartment, where every corner looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine. Two minutes ago, I accidentally broke a mug. Then, Rhys slapped me across the face-hard. My cheek burned like it had been seared by fire.
It took a full thirty seconds before my brain restarted, slowly piecing reality back together. “Are you f**king insane?” I gritted my teeth, forcing the words through the cracks of my jaw. Rhys’s lips were pressed into a cold, tight line, his expression dark and resolute. “It was just a mug with Catherine’s face on it,” he said, as if my reaction was an overblown performance, not the result of something horrifying he had just done. “You have got to be f**king kidding me.” I stared at him in disbelief, my ch**t heaving as rage and humiliation churned violently inside me, ready to explode.
For half a second-just half-something like guilt flickered across his face. Then it vanished, consumed by a storm of fury. “No, you’re the insane one!” he roared. “I already agreed to marry you-what more do you want? Catherine’s gone, but you still broke that mug on purpose!” His voice trembled with anger. “She was your sister! She had to leave because of you! And now you’re jealous of her? You won’t rest until every trace of her is erased, will you?” The hatred in his eyes cut deeper than the s**p. My cheek throbbed. My hand was still bl**ding.
But nothing hurt more than my heart. I forced myself to unclench my jaw and made one last attempt to explain. “It wasn’t me. I never asked her to leave.” Technically speaking, I understood why someone might say that. Catherine had left behind a letter. In it, she said she’d seen my diary, realized I had a crush on Rhys, and decided to “let go,” to “let him be yours.” I don’t think she ever understood that a diary meant privacy. I never meant for anyone to read it, but not only did she read it-she told everyone.
No one cared about the pain I felt when my secret was exposed. I was dragged out, nailed to a pillar of shame, forced to pay for her so-called noble sacrifice. To my family, it was like I’d been bumped up to the starting lineup out of nowhere, replacing the golden girl-I should’ve been grateful. Even if Rhys had st**bed me in the gut, they’d still find a way to excuse it. It was as if my parents had always hated me. No matter how much better I did than Catherine, they always saw me as bitter, as someone who couldn’t protect her fragile pride.
The searing pain on my cheek intensified. My fingers clenched tightly around the engagement ring. A wave of heat-anger, humiliation, resentment-rose in my throat. Hot tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. I blinked fast, wiping them away before they could fall.