Chapter 111. Bitter Encounter

Ellie's POV

The tension in the room is palpable, thickening with each passing second.

Morals, huh? And dignity?

I charge slowly forward.

Which morals? Oh, wait. I know. And I had both, but he had the guts to crash them so...

Suddenly, the air is shattered by the resounding crack of my hand meeting his cheek, a sound that seems to echo throughout the entire serene floor. Simultaneously, the box of pizza slips from Damian's hand, hitting the ground with a heavy thud, its contents forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Dignity? I had it intact. Respect? I held it high until he crashed it. And he has the nerve and the balls to question me about all these? Does he have any sense at all?

I should have done that a long time ago—slapped him across the face for the betrayal, for the day he desecrated my bed with his infidelity. The slap is not just a physical retaliation; it is a release of pent-up anger, a cathartic moment of reclaimi