Chapter 87

The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the banquet hall.

Victoria Roscente clutched her stinging cheek, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Ethan... you actually hit me?"

Ethan Roscente's gaze was as cold as steel, his entire body radiating icy fury.

"You've disgraced the Roscente family name."

Victoria's eyes welled with tears, her lips trembling too much to speak.

Vivian Laurent smirked with disdain.

"That drink earlier clearly didn't teach you any manners. Your mouth is still filthy."

Lucas Lefèvre couldn't help but chuckle.

Vivian never minced words when putting someone in their place.

She turned to Ethan, her tone calm but firm.

"I wasn't the one who leaked news of our divorce."

Her clear voice carried through the room as she addressed the crowd.

"As a single woman now, I'm free to see whoever I please."

The banquet hall fell into stunned silence.

Guests exchanged shocked glances.

The CEO's sudden marriage and divorce announcement had caught everyone off guard.

Victoria gaped in disbelief.

"You... you actually agreed to divorce?"

She couldn't fathom this woman—who'd once sacrificed everything for Ethan—walking away voluntarily.

Ethan gave a silent nod.

Victoria suddenly shrieked in realization:

"You must be after the Roscente fortune!"

Vivian's laugh was cold.

"Ask your brother—have I ever taken a single cent from the Roscentes?"

She straightened her posture, her gaze unwavering.

Her conscience was clear after all these years.

Marrying Ethan had never been about money.