Brandon rushed toward Tiffany with anger exploding across his face. “Did you betray me after everything I gave you, including the apartment and all the money.”
“I am sorry,” Tiffany cried. “I never thought you would find out.”
Deborah stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. “Get out of this house immediately, you disgrace.”
The entire room descended into chaos with shouting, accusations, and security stepping in to escort Tiffany away while guests whispered in shock.
I stepped down from the stage calmly, feeling lighter with every step.
Moments later, Brandon approached me and dropped to his knees in front of everyone.
“Sabrina, please forgive me because I did not know the problem was mine,” he said with desperation in his voice.
I pulled my hand away before he could touch me.
“Do not touch me because everything is over,” I said firmly. “I already spoke to my attorney, and we are getting divorced according to our prenuptial agreement.”
He looked up at me in panic. “I love you, and we can fix this.”
“You never loved me,” I replied calmly. “You only loved the idea of having a son, and now that you know you never will, you have nothing left to offer me.”