The crowd watched in shock.
Ethan’s face contorted with disdain. “You’re the one who chased after this marriage. If you hadn’t been so insistent, Ivan wouldn’t have married you.”
“That’s a lie!” I countered sharply. “It was Ivan who begged me to marry him!”
His expression darkened with jealousy and fury. “You’re lying!”
In a fit of rage, he seized a wine bottle and threw it at me.
The glass shattered, sending a cascade of red wine over my expensive designer gown. Had I not reacted swiftly, the bottle might have struck me on the head.
I took several deep breaths, fighting to control my mounting anger.
Ethan, still relentless, continued to rant, “Look at this! This woman’s trying to twist everything around!”
“She’s got some nerve, ruining other people’s lives and then playing the victim!”
“Everything she’s wearing, including the clothes and the accessories, was all bought with my boyfriend’s money! She owes me 100 thousand dollars-every last cent!”
I was livid, my face burning with anger.
“Pay you back? I spent my own money, not yours. Why should I owe you anything? If you keep this up, I’m calling the police!”
Ethan’s face twisted into a dramatic sneer.