On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, my fiancée, Seraphina Dawson, was wearing a brand-new silver necklace. The moment I saw her, I lunged forward and kicked her, sending her sprawling to the ground. My parents, her parents, they stood there, frozen in shock. She looked up at me, dazed and confused, as I lifted my foot again, ready to deliver another blow. “What are you doing? Stop kicking me! If you kick me again, I’m not marrying you!” she shrieked. “Good!” her mother snapped. “That suits me just fine!” My gaze was locked on the silver chain around her neck. “I’m asking you.” My voice was disturbingly calm, devoid of any warmth. “Who gave you this necklace?” Her body stiffened. Her eyes darted around, betraying a flicker of panic. “Wh-why are you asking?” “I’ll ask one more time.” I tightened my grip on her arm, enunciating each word. “Who gave it to you?” Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the dust and grime, making her look utterly disheveled. “Julian, you’re hurting me…” She tried to play the victim, hoping to get away with it. But she didn’t know. The moment she put on that necklace, it was a fight to the bitter end, and I wouldn’t stop until one of us was broken. Watching her, I couldn’t hold back. I kicked her again! Seraphina cried out in agony! I stared intently into her eyes. “Have you forgotten?” “The birthday gift I gave you was a platinum bracelet.” “All the jewelry in your closet—your necklaces, earrings, rings—they’re all platinum and K gold.” “I’ve known you for ten years. When have you ever worn silver?” Whispers began to ripple through the crowd. The City Hall was bustling, and our dramatic scene had already drawn every eye. She took a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision. The next second, she suddenly broke free from my grasp and scrambled to her feet. Clutching her face, she began to wail. Her cries were heartbreaking, tearing through the air, enough to make anyone grieve. “Julian, what is wrong with you?” She cried and accused me, her voice just loud enough for everyone around to hear. “It’s just a necklace! My best friend gave it to me for my birthday, and I thought the weather was nice today, so I wanted to wear it with my outfit. Is that wrong?” Now she was turning it all around on me. “The bracelet you gave me is safely put away. I just changed my necklace, and you have to hit me in front of all these people?” “Do you not love me anymore?” Her words instantly ignited the onlookers’ “sense of justice.” “Oh my God, he’s beating his fiancée in the street just for a necklace?” “He looks so respectable, but he’s just a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” “He’s laying hands on her before they’re even married? What’ll happen after?” The murmurs and pointing fingers crashed over me like a tidal wave. My parents couldn’t stand it anymore and quickly pulled me aside. “Son, what on earth is going on?” My mother’s eyes were red with worry. My father clapped me on the shoulder, his voice low. “We trust you, Julian. You’re not a reckless man.”
The crowd’s emotions were fully inflamed by her performance. “Jerk!” “Call off the wedding! Don’t marry a man like that!” “Run, girl, run!” Their angry words, a torrent of insults, threatened to drown me. Just then, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed to my secretary, Chloe, who stood a little distance behind me. Chloe, clutching a stack of files, looked utterly astonished. “Is it because of her?!” Seraphina’s voice was sharp and furious. “Julian, are you going to abandon me for her?!” All eyes instantly converged on Chloe. Chloe was a fresh graduate, completely unprepared for such a scene. Her face instantly drained of color, and she clutched her files, unsure of what to do. I disdained explaining myself to a crowd of strangers. I strode towards Seraphina. She saw the murderous glint in my eyes and recoiled a step. “What are you doing?! Everyone’s watching!” I completely ignored her clamor. Reaching her, I kicked her again. Her clean, neat clothes were already disheveled, marred by several distinct shoe marks. I lunged, and before she could react, I ripped the necklace from her neck. I held the necklace up to her face, almost touching her skin. I lowered my voice, to a volume only we could hear, and pressed her again: “I’ll ask one more time.” “Why did you dare to wear it?” Her eyes flickered wildly, her lips trembling, but she still tried to bluff. “Are you going to ruin everything we have for a cheap necklace? Julian, you’ve disappointed me so much!” In the standoff, Seraphina suddenly clutched her abdomen, her face instantly turning ashen. “Ah…” She cried out in pain, her body swayed, as if she might collapse at any moment. “My stomach… it hurts so much…” Her parents’ faces changed instantly. They rushed to her side, supporting her. “Seraphina, what’s wrong?” She leaned into her mother’s arms, weakly raising her head, her tear-filled eyes fixed on me. “Julian, don’t push me…” Her voice was choked with tears, full of grievance and despair. “I found out I’m pregnant two days ago!” Boom! Those words, like a bomb, detonated in the crowd. The entire place erupted in gasps. Even my parents were stunned, staring in shock at her flat stomach. Pregnant? I found it utterly laughable. “Really?”
I spat out the two words, my eyes full of mockery. My reaction clearly enraged her father. The man who had been silently observing finally spoke. He didn’t inquire about his daughter’s well-being, nor did he question why I had laid hands on her. He simply frowned, speaking to me in an unyielding, commanding tone: “Julian, stop this nonsense!” “Our joint project is set to launch next week. The signing ceremony is all prepared; we can’t have any mishaps now!” I looked at him, my heart sinking further and further. This was Seraphina’s father. For the sake of profit, for the partnership with the Hayes family, he could completely disregard his daughter’s life. Even after I publicly struck her, all he cared about was whether the project would be affected. The chilling depths of his self-interest, the cold calculus of his priorities, were laid bare right before my eyes. I stared at him coldly. “If you want the project to proceed smoothly, then shut her up and let me handle this.” My words stunned him. He probably hadn’t expected me to speak to him with such defiance. A flicker of hesitation and struggle crossed his clouded eyes. Just for a second. Then he made his choice. He actually let go of Seraphina’s hand and pushed the trembling Seraphina towards me. “Julian, talk to Seraphina properly. Don’t… don’t let things get out of hand.” Seraphina stared at her father, disbelief etched on her face. “No…” As Seraphina was pushed directly in front of me, I lifted my foot and kicked her hard in the stomach. She flew backwards, landing on her knees, clutching her stomach in agony! I looked down at her, my voice ice-cold: “You said you were pregnant, didn’t you? I just kicked you in the stomach, and there’s no sign of blood!” She shrieked, wrenching free from her mother’s grasp, and snatched her phone from her bag. “I’m calling the police! This is assault! I’m going to have you arrested!” Her father’s face instantly changed. “Don’t you dare call the police!” He lunged forward, grabbed her phone, and violently slammed it to the ground! A sharp *crack* echoed through the air as the screen shattered into a spiderweb of cracks. Everyone was stunned. Why? Why wouldn’t he let her call the police? His daughter was assaulted, and not only did he not pursue it, he even stopped her from calling the authorities? “If you won’t call, I will.” In front of everyone, I calmly unlocked my phone screen, found the number I knew by heart, and pressed the dial button. Seraphina’s face instantly drained of all color. Like a madwoman, she lunged at me, desperate to snatch my phone. “No! Julian, don’t call the police! Please, I beg you!” For the first time, her voice was laced with genuine terror and pleading. No longer that feigned sob story from before. Her parents also reacted, rushing towards me. Her mother even dropped to her knees with a desperate plea at my feet, clutching my legs and crying: “Julian! I’m begging you! Let’s talk this out, please don’t make a scene!” “You absolutely cannot call the police! Please!”
I held up my ringing phone, looking down coldly at the family kneeling at my feet, their desperation laid bare for all to see. “What are you so afraid of?” The calm, practiced voice of the emergency dispatcher came through the receiver: “Hello, 911 emergency, how may I help you?” I spoke calmly: “Hello, I’d like to report a crime.” The police arrived quickly. Perhaps due to the unusual location—City Hall—they were on the scene almost immediately. I pointed to the silver necklace lying on the ground, the one I had ripped off, and addressed the lead officer. “Officer, I’d like to report something.” “This woman… she is not my fiancée.” With that single statement, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence once more. Everyone stared at me as if I were insane. Seraphina’s body swayed, almost collapsing to the ground. I ignored their reactions and calmly pulled a folded document from the inner pocket of my suit. I unfolded the document and handed it to the officer. It was a hospital allergy test report. “My fiancée, Seraphina Dawson, is severely allergic to silver products.” “It’s a top-level, life-threatening allergy.” “The report states it clearly: a ‘critical’ risk assessment.” “Let alone wearing it around her neck, even direct skin contact for more than a minute would immediately trigger acute anaphylactic shock. Without prompt medical attention, it could be fatal.” I paused, my gaze like a sharpened blade, slowly turning to the fake Seraphina, whose face was now ghastly pale. I pointed at her, enunciating each word clearly for everyone present: “From the moment I saw her until I ripped off this necklace, at least an hour passed.” “She wore this pure silver necklace for over an hour, yet she is completely unharmed.” My voice echoed through the entrance of City Hall, every word a hammer blow striking the hearts of everyone present. I looked into her pupils, which were constantly constricting with fear, and asked the question that had been churning in my mind for an entire week. “Now, tell me.” “Who exactly are you?” “And where is my real fiancée, Seraphina?” The surrounding onlookers finally understood, their expressions shifting from sympathy to horror and anger as they looked at the fake Seraphina. “Oh my God! She’s a fake?”
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