The Slice of Cake That Ended Our Engagement

On the Goldman heir's wedding day, I take a small bite out of a piece of cake because I am hungry from waiting too long at the ceremony.

But my fiancee, Sheryl Wilson, slaps me in the face immediately.

"You really are shameless! How could you eat in an occasion like this?"

Dazed from the slap, I look at the other guests, who are staring at us at the moment. Having tasted copper in my mouth, I turn on my heel and approach the heir with a plate in my hands.

"The cake's pretty delicious. Do you want a slice?"

Sheryl started to panic. She's about to drag me away when the groom of the wedding takes a small bite out of the same slice.

He remarks coolly, "It really is tasty. I'll have my men prepare 100 slices of cake for the woman who slapped you just now."

The moment I stepped through the door, I spotted my wife, Sheryl Wilson, who was supposed to be working overtime that day. She was holding on to her assistant, Hunter Colton's arm.

Sheryl didn't look nervous at all when we made eye contact. She simply stared at me and said, "You don't fit in at these sorts of events, Felix. Don't look at me like that. Just stay in a corner later and don't embarrass yourself!"

"It's Mr. Luther's first time attending this type of banquet," Hunter chimed in mockingly. "He doesn't know the rules. That's why he's dressed so casually. Just stay out of our way. Don't embarrass Ms. Wilson."

I smiled at them and didn't say a single word as I made my way over to a corner of the hall.

The truth was, I didn't see Sheryl at first. The very first thing that caught my attention was the feast that was spread out on the table.

It was already 12:00 pm when I arrived at the hall. I was starving, so I served myself a small slice of cake and grabbed a glass of white wine to pair with it.

The cake was delicious, and I was tempted to have a second slice after finishing my first.

Just then, Sheryl stormed over to me and slapped the cake right out of my hands.

I was stunned. Before I could snap back to my senses, Sherly slapped me hard across the face.

The sound of the slap ringing through the air caught the attention of all the guests in the hall.

"Have you lost your mind?" Sheryl roared. "Didn't you eat at home? Must you embarrass yourself in front of everyone here? Do you even know where you are right now? Who gave you permission to eat the cake?"

I was still stunned, but she just continued berating me.

I touched my face and pressed my tongue against my inner cheek. I then let out a derisive scoff.

Sheryl was my fiancee, but she didn't respect me at all. She was even daring enough to slap me during