Right there, in front of everyone.

The same man who had once looked down on me, mocked me, and humiliated me just hours earlier now bowed his head, his pride completely shattered.

“Clara, please!” he begged, his voice breaking. “I didn’t mean any of it! I was drunk—I wasn’t thinking! I love you! We’re married—you can’t do this!”

He reached toward me in desperation, but two guards stepped forward instantly, blocking him.

I took a small step back.

“Don’t touch my dress,” I said sharply. “You might ruin it… just like you said earlier.”

His hand froze midair.

I turned slightly. “Mr. Blackwood.”

“Yes, Madame,” he responded immediately.

“Terminate his position. Effective now. Cancel his promotion, revoke all privileges, and ensure his name is blacklisted across every partner corporation.”

Adrian’s head jerked up in panic.

“No—no, please! Clara, don’t do this! I’ll lose everything!”

I continued, my tone unwavering. “Also, initiate a full financial audit. I want every asset he’s built using my resources documented and reclaimed.”

“Yes, Madame.”

Adrian’s voice rose in desperation. “I’ll have nothing left! Please—just give me one more chance!”

I looked at him one final time.

There was no anger left.

Only clarity.

“You told me I didn’t belong in your world,” I said quietly. “And you were right.”

He looked at me, hope flickering for a brief second—

before I finished.

“Because your world is small. Built on ego and illusion. Mine is the one you were lucky enough to stand in.”

I turned away from him.

“Remove him,” I said.

His cries echoed through the ballroom as security dragged him out, his voice fading into humiliation and regret.

The same room that had admired him moments earlier now watched in silence.

His rise had been loud.

But his fall was louder.

And me?

I stepped onto the stage, accepted a fresh glass of champagne, and took a slow sip.

For the first time in a long time—

I felt free.