People began to gasp openly.
Tiffany looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her.
“Mark invited Elena here today to show her what she was missing,” Julian continued. “But I think he accidentally showed all of us what he lost. He lost the woman who built him.”
Then Julian turned to Mark, and the smile left his face completely.
“And since you’re clearly so fond of new beginnings, Mark, I thought you should know Vane Global is having one too. We do not keep vice presidents who steal credit and lack integrity.”
The room went dead silent.
Mark’s champagne glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.
Julian’s next words rang through the speakers like a verdict.
“You’re fired, Mark. Happy wedding day.”
I stood up.
Smoothed my emerald dress.
Took my boys by the hand.
“Come on, Leo. Liam. We’ve seen enough,” I said. “We have a much better party to get to.”
And we walked out.
Behind us, Tiffany was screaming. Guests were already scrambling. The humiliation was complete.
It just wasn’t mine.
Outside, the cool night air felt like freedom.
The boys looked sleepy but content, clutching the little gift bags Julian had bought them earlier.
“Mommy,” Liam asked softly as we waited for the car, “is Daddy going to be okay?”
“Daddy chose his path, sweetheart,” I said gently. “But you don’t need to worry about him. We have our own path now.”
Julian looked at me under the warm lights of the hotel entrance.
