My Engagement Party, His Humiliation Show Chapter 06

My Engagement Party, His Humiliation Show Chapter 06

I put everything I had into that slap. The left side of Bradley’s face was already swelling, flushed a 

furious red. 

He dragged a hand down his face, flicking off dirty water, and I could see how hard he was fighting 

not to lose it. He closed the distance between us, 

his voice pulled tight. 

“Chloe’s barely more than a kid. She lost both 

parents in a car crash last year – she’s been 

falling apart ever since. You don’t get to take it out 

on her.” 

“So that gives her the right to hurt me?!” My eyes burned so badly I couldn’t blink. 

“Because she’s young? Because her mother’s dead? That means she gets to humiliate me in front of a crowd and have you rip my clothes off?!” 

“Tell me that’s what you mean, Bradley. Say it to 

my face.” 

Bradley froze. In eight years together, I’d never 

gone at him like this. When he finally spoke, his 

voice was raw. 

“It’s not…” 

“It’s not?!” “Six months ago, the day Chloe came back into our lives, she smashed my mother’s vintage Steinway piano. And you told me to let it go because she’s young!” 

“Three months ago, she didn’t get that 

limited–edition Birkin bag, so she took scissors to 

my entire couture wardrobe. You said the same 

– 

thing she’s young, she’s going through a hard 

time, let it go!” 

“One month ago, one of the staff made her food too salty and she threw a tantrum and shoved the heavy iron dining cart. It slammed into me. And you still told me to forgive her – but did you know what she’d done?” 

“I was carrying your baby, Bradley. And that impact 

killed our baby.” 

“You never let me explain. You screamed at me for making a scene and pushed back our wedding. Because of her.” 

“I’ve forgiven enough, Bradley. How much more did you expect me to take?” 

“You were pregnant? Is that what you’re telling 

me?!” He stepped closer, and his hands – ice–cold – locked around my wrists. 

“Are you telling me I lost my baby because of 

that?” 

“Yes!” I pulled up the encrypted medical file on my 

waterproof phone and slammed the screen into. 

his chest. 

“Because of that little bitch – that poor, young, 

fragile little bitch – I lost my first baby!” 

“I’m sorry, Vivienne…” His whole body was 

shaking. The tremor reached his voice. 

“I didn’t know. You never told me-” 

– 

“I’m sorry it’s my fault, all of it, Vivienne, please 

– please forgive me.” 

Eight years. You can’t spend eight years with someone and feel nothing when they fall apart in 

front of you. 

But the moment I felt myself starting to soften, every memory from the last six months rushed back all at once. Whatever had started to open in 

me slammed shut. 

I tore my hand out of his and looked at him like i didn’t know him anymore. “An apology this late isn’t remorse, Bradley. It’s just guilt. And it doesn’t 

change a thing.” 

The moment I turned my back, a hundred cannons 

roared back to life. Every jet in the plaza turned on 

Chloe. 

Chloe hit the ground screaming. “Bradley – please, save me – I think I’m dying-” 

Bradley stood frozen in place, watching me walk. away. Chloe kept screaming his name. He finally 

turned and ran back to her. 

From inside the vehicle, I watched Bradley throw 

himself over Chloe, shielding her from the jets with his own body. I almost laughed. 

Eight years of my life. For this. 

“We’re out of water!” One of the cannon operators 

yelled out, his voice cutting through the moment. 

I looked out the window. Every cannon in the plaza 

had gone silent. 

I turned on Robert. “What happened?” 

“The cannons are all connected to Riverdale’s 

water supply-” 

“It’s the Crawfords.” Julian appeared at my 

shoulder, his expression grim as he stared at the 

dead cannons. 

“The Crawfords cut the supply. They run this town – this could get complicated.” 

My phone rang exactly two minutes before Julian could say another word. Dad. 

His voice was perfectly flat. No warmth, no anger, nothing I could read. 

“Vivienne?” “Dad, it’s me.” 

A pause. Then he spoke. “I know what happened in Riverdale. After we hang up, turn off your phone. 

I’ll handle the rest.” 

The certainty in his voice steadied me. Something else in it made my skin prickle. 

But I didn’t have a better option. I did what he said. 

The second my phone went dark, Bradley 

appeared–half–carrying Chloe as he limped 

towa

rd my vehicle. He rapped on the door, and 

somehow beaten, bleeding, soaked – the 

smugness was back in his eyes. 

“Come out and apologize to Chloe.”