PART 2 – THE AFTERMATH
Stepping outside into the cool evening air, the echoes of stunned silence still reverberated in my mind. My fiancé’s family home loomed behind me, its grandeur now a hollow shell to my perspective. I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air wash away the remnants of wine and ego-trip theatrics that had unfolded inside.
I had known, in the back of my mind, about the whispered rumors surrounding his family’s ruthless business practices, their knack for wielding power through intimidation. But witnessing it firsthand, with a personal dagger aimed at my dignity, had crystallized those unspoken truths.
