My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 3

“The time’s getting late, Emilia. The restaurant is waiting for you to settle the bill so they can close. You don’t

have money to pay, do you?”

“What now? If you can’t pay, they’ll detain you and send you to the police station. Didn’t you do that to me

before?”

Cora took out a cigarette, placed it between her lips, and lit it, taking a long drag.

She didn’t forget to blow the smoke toward me; her arrogant expression pushed me past my limit. Without

thinking, I raised my hand and swung. Chaos erupted instantly.

Chris, seeing Cora flinch, immediately signaled to the bodyguards behind him.

In seconds, they rushed forward, grabbed me, and roughly shoved me away.

“Emilia, how dare you! Did you think only you were allowed to humiliate other people, and no one could ever

turn the tables on you?”

With eyes full of fury, I glared at Chris. The reason the Stevens family became the wealthiest in Boston in just three years was entirely thanks to me.

I had used my family’s influence to clear every obstacle in their path, even making underworld figures back down out of respect–or fear–of my name.

Tonight, on my birthday, I had planned to tell Chris the truth, to reveal that I wasn’t some ordinary woman

from a modest background.

I was the heir to one of New York’s Four Great Families.

I had also planned to take him home to meet my parents. But I never imagined that people could change their hearts so quickly.

I had misjudged him and overestimated his character.

“Chris, are you really going to make me walk out of this restaurant in humiliation and shame?”

Chris sneered. “What else? Do you think I went through all this trouble for nothing?”

With the bodyguards shielding her, Cora stepped forward and suddenly drove her fist hard into my face.

“You bitch. Here are your choices: either you can’t pay and get thrown in jail, or you strip naked, get on your knees, clamp that piece of steak between your teeth, and crawl out of here like a dog.”

“Oh, the difference is that the first option lets you keep your clothes. The second… well, you lose everything, including your dignity. Hah! Hurry up and choose. I can’t wait.

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Dozens of pairs of eyes watched eagerly, hungry for the spectacle. I clenched my fists until my knuckles

turned white, my gaze fixed coldly on Chris.

“Fine, if this is what you choose, then the bankruptcy of the Stevens family will be your responsibility.”

The moment I finished speaking, Cora burst into loud, mocking laughter, and soon the whole room joined in.

“What? Hahaha! Did she read too many romance novels? Does she think she’s some undercover billionaire

from a cheesy plot?”

“She must be so desperate that she’s lost her mind. Pathetic.”

Chris also glared at me with anger, convinced I was talking nonsense.

He casually grabbed a plate of food and threw it at me. “Stop lying through your teeth. Bankrupt the Stevens

family? You? Don’t make me laugh.”

“You’d better start thinking about how you’re going to get out of this mess right now.”

“Manager!” he called out sharply.

The manager, catching the hint, quickly walked over with the security guards and coldly spoke to me, “Ms. Stone, will you be paying with cash, or would you like someone else to pay for you?”

Out of professional courtesy, the manager didn’t make me feel embarrassed directly.

My eyes swept across the crowded room before landing on a familiar face–a business partner I’d worked with frequently in the past, someone I’d gotten to know while negotiating projects on behalf of the Stevens

family.

I took a step toward her, and as soon as she saw me heading in her direction, she quickly stood up and backed away. “Emilia, don’t come any closer, I can’t pay for you…”

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not asking you to pay. I just need to borrow your phone. Is that okay?”

“I just need to make a quick call to a friend to bring money…”

“Hahaha, she’s really putting on an act now. Who in Boston would dare step up and pay for her?” someone in

the crowd sneered.

Cora smirked, turning toward the group of older, heavyset men who had been eyeing me with leering interest. “Go ahead, let her make the call. We’ll give her half an hour. If she still can’t pay by then…”

She paused, her voice dropping to a cruel, suggestive tone. “I’ll let you gentlemen have the honor of tearing that dress right off her. After all, something once owned by the richest man in Boston must be worth trying, don’t you think?”

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