When Eric began questioning her, Sloane’s face darkened instantly. Her eyes darted nervously, and a light sheen of sweat formed on her forehead, betraying her growing anxiety.
She couldn’t afford to lose her composure now.
There was no way she’d let Khloe get the better of her.
Sloane bit her lip, her gaze darting frantically. She latched onto Eric’s arm, her grip weak and trembling, her voice breaking as she pleaded.
“Eric, it’s all Khloe’s doing! She’s setting me up! You know how much I love you. How could I ever betray you?” Her tear-filled eyes brimmed with desperation, streaks of tears rolling down her cheeks, painting a picture of utter helplessness.
When Eric hesitated, her sobs grew louder, her whole frame shaking violently as though she were enduring an unbearable injustice.
“Eric, I swear on my life, these are lies. If I’m guilty, let lightning strike me dead right now! Khloe’s just envious of me. She can’t stand seeing me happy, so she’s trying to ruin everything. Don’t let her manipulate you.” Her desperate words finally seemed to sway Eric.
Deep down, he was convinced that Khloe still had feelings for him and was only doing this to spite him, using Sloane as a way to get her revenge.
However, from a vantage point where Eric couldn’t see, Sloane shot Khloe a venomous glare, her eyes blazing with hatred.
“Khloe, even if you’re jealous of me, how could you stoop so low? Wasn’t it enough that you caused my mom to have a miscarriage? Now you’re trying to drag me down too? You’re just as vile as your mother!”
The calm indifference on Khloe’s face vanished, replaced by an icy stare sharp enough to cut through steel.
Without warning, she raised her hand and delivered a hard slap across Sloane’s face. The impact was so strong that Sloane’s head snapped to the side, and her cheek began to swell almost instantly.
Sloane gasped, her voice shrill with disbelief. “You hit me?”
Khloe stood tall, her chin lifted in defiance, radiating an aura of untouchable authority. Her voice was icy as she declared, “That slap was to teach you what happens when you speak without thinking.”
For a moment, Sloane stood frozen, stunned. Then, as if on cue, her sobs returned, louder and more dramatic than before. “Eric, you saw it yourself! She’s just envious of me!”
“That’s enough, Khloe! You vindictive woman!” Eric thundered, his voice reverberating like a crack of lightning, making everyone flinch.
He closed the distance between them, each deliberate step radiating fury. “What’s it going to take to make you stop? Don’t you have any shred of dignity left, pulling stunts like this?”
Eric’s outburst hung in the air as his face twisted into a deep scowl. His eyes narrowed at Khloe with a mixture of revulsion and disbelief.
“Stop trying to create conflict between Sloane and me just to get my attention. I’m telling you, we’re done, and there’s no going back. If you keep using these underhanded tactics to frame her, all you’ll do is make me hate you even more. If you have any dignity left, leave us be and walk away. I won’t hold you accountable for ruining the engagement party today-consider it my final favor to you.”
Khloe’s stomach churned as she listened to his words, her nausea rising in waves.
The audacity of Eric’s accusations barely fazed her; thankfully, her heart had long since been numbed to him. The manipulative tactics he was accusing her of using on Sloane were the exact same ones Sloane had used to frame her for infidelity in the past.
The difference was that Khloe had been innocent, while the photos of Sloane were real.
Back then, as her fiance, he hadn’t given her the benefit of the doubt. Instead, he had labeled her as shallow and ended their engagement publicly, in the most heartless way imaginable.
And now here he was, bending over backward to defend Sloane, the venomous woman, as if she were blameless.
Eric’s accusations had no effect on Khloe’s expression. She simply tilted her head slightly, her eyes as cold and unyielding as frozen ice, radiating nothing but pure contempt.
She chuckled. “Eric, you’re hopelessly blind. But don’t worry, the show’s just getting started.”
With a subtle motion, she gave the signal. From the helicopter, a massive screen descended, lighting up to reveal Sloane’s scandalous video.
The footage was far more explicit, and the audio blasted through the banquet, leaving nothing to the imagination as gasps rippled through the stunned crowd.
The crowd stood frozen in disbelief, their judgmental stares cutting through Sloane like daggers as the courtyard buzzed with a rising tide of scandalized whispers.
“Good heavens. Sloane has no shame, stooping so low as to get involved with someone so old and repulsive? What could she have been thinking?”
“Unbelievable! Who would’ve thought? She pretends to be all proper in public but turns into a completely different person behind closed doors. It’s disgraceful!”
“Well, you really can’t judge a book by its cover. Sloane’s certainly brought honor to the Evans name, hasn’t she?”
Eric stood rooted in place, as if struck by lightning, his gaze locked on the humiliating footage.
His face contorted from disbelief to rage, the veins on his forehead throbbing dangerously as his fury threatened to explode.
The warmth that once filled his eyes had been replaced by a searing rage, two infernos threatening to incinerate everything around him.
Never in his life had he experienced such a profound humiliation.
With a sudden, forceful movement, Eric shoved Sloane aside, his voice erupting in fury. “Sloane, what’s the meaning of this? Tell me the fucking truth! Is this your version of innocence? Are these your so-called true feelings for me?”
Sloane collapsed to the ground in a disheveled heap, completely powerless to refute the damning video evidence displayed before everyone.
The disgust on Eric’s face, coupled with the cruel murmurs and laughter around her, drained all color from her face. Her eyes brimmed with hopelessness and a creeping madness.
It was over-completely, irreversibly over. This was all Khloe’s doing, every last bit of it!
Sloane’s head snapped up, her face a contorted mask of fury. Gone was any pretense of innocence as she shrieked, “Khloe, you conniving bitch! You set me up. I’ll make you pay for this!”
In a blind rage, she grabbed a knife from the nearest table and lunged at Khloe without a second thought.
Khloe didn’t flinch. Her calm, unshaken gaze held a glint of icy mockery, as if Sloane’s wild attack was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
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