Michael's POV
Her palm came crashing down on my cheek in a way that made me touch it immediately.
I didn't expect it. The sting of her slap hit harder than I could have imagined—like fire and ice at once. My vision blurred for a moment.
My personal assistant and everyone around were stunned. And before I could react, he had stepped forward with an authority I'd rarely seen in him.
"Excuse me, miss," my personal assistant said, his voice cold and crisp, cutting through the air like a blade, "leave. Now."
The woman, the same I was married to, straightened at the sound of the command of his voice. Her eyes narrowed, and a flash of defiance twisted her lips. She squared her shoulders, and stood a little taller, like she had every right to still be here.
I haven't seen her since the church saga and that had endangered my inheritance. And seeing her today, I got a slap.
