The Billionaire’s Wife Cried at the Wedding

“The more you want it, the more I’ll destroy it!”

Before I could reach for it, Victor hurled the necklace to the ground.

With a sharp crack, the jade pendant shattered.

Fragments scattered across the pavement.

“No!”

Watching the only relic left by my parents break into pieces, my chest clenched with pain so sharp it stole my breath.

“You beast!”

Instinctively, I raised my fist, ready to smash it into his smug face.

But at the last moment, I froze.

My superiors had warned me countless times—I could be ruthless against enemies, but if I unleashed that strength on ordinary people, it could mean death.

They told me never to act recklessly.

Seeing me stop, Victor smirked and tapped his cheek, taunting, “Go on, hit me! Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to strike the husband of the richest woman!”

I ignored his provocation, crouched down, and silently gathered the shattered pieces of the necklace.

“Coward! You don’t dare hit me, but I dare hit you!” Victor roared. Then, turning to the classmates, he shouted, “Teach this loser a lesson!”

“Whoever does the best job gets a million!”

At once, the classmates who already despised me swarmed forward, throwing punches and kicks.

“You think you can hit Victor? He’s the richest man’s husband now. You’re not worthy!”

“Exactly. So we smashed your necklace. Big deal! You got it from serving women anyway. What’s the difference if you serve a few more?”

“Shameless! You seduced another man’s wife and even dared to challenge her real husband. Think you can bully us, your old classmates?”

Even the homeroom teacher secretly landed a kick.

I shielded myself from the blows while clutching the broken necklace, spitting out through clenched teeth: “You’ll regret this!”

They burst into raucous laughter as if I’d told the funniest joke.

“Regret? What is this, high school? Think being a top student still makes you superior?”

“Yeah, you’re nothing but trash, a parasite! You live off women and dare to threaten us?”

“A gigolo should know his place—stand still when you’re hit!”

“You pathetic leech! Trying to steal from your classmates? If I were you, I’d bash my head on a wall from shame!”

Faces twisted with disdain, they mocked me without restraint.

The onlookers joined in, muttering that I was delusional.

With the crowd behind him, Victor yanked my hair and sneered, “Regret? I’ve never regretted anything! I’ll wait and see how you, a worthless nobody, can possibly make me regret it!”

The words had barely left his mouth when the roar of engines thundered from the distance.

Hundreds of military off-road vehicles surged into view and braked in formation before the stunned crowd.