“Not happening.”
The alcohol still burned in my stomach, and I could feel the heat rising rapidly under my skin.
“Averil, that stage is going to be live-streamed, isn’t it? Do you really want to use it to step on me? Or is it that you don’t have any confidence in your own abilities and can only rely on cheap tricks like this to feel relevant?”
After swallowing my pride for so long, I finally threw all caution aside, releasing my pent-up anger in one blow.
Averil clung to Julian’s arm, swaying it back and forth. “Julian, explain this to her. Victoria must be misunderstanding me.”
Julian’s face darkened, and his voice carried nothing but disappointment.
“Victoria, if you still want to dance, you’ll get up on that stage, whether you want to or not. With your position, you should feel lucky to be dancing alongside Averil.”
His words were a final ultimatum, shattering the last shred of affection I had left for him.
“Julian Ford, what am I to you? A toy? A source of amusement? Or just a prop to make you and Averil look good together? This game of pleasing you—I’m done playing.”
I pulled off my wedding ring and hurled it back at him, watching as his face turned an ugly shade of blue.
Then, in front of the stunned crowd, I took the divorce papers out of my handbag and scattered them at Julian’s feet.
“Julian Ford, since you’re so eager to distance yourself from me, fine. As you wish. Sign these papers, and we’re done. From now on, we’re strangers. I wish you and Averil a lifetime together, and don’t ever show your faces in front of me again!”
