The door slammed shut. I stumbled forward, my hand reaching for the leather sofa to steady myself. My heels caught on the rug and I nearly fell. But I caught myself because I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me completely broken at that moment.
Asher released my arm. I stood in the middle of his study, breathing hard. I could hear the muffled sounds of the party continuing downstairs with people trying to process what they'd just witnessed.
The wife of Asher Wang handing him divorce papers in front of everyone, the public humiliation and then revelation that his wife was the mysterious Serena Lin.
Finally, Asher spoke.
"That was quite a performance."
"It wasn't a performance. It was the truth."
"The truth." He repeated the words.
There was no rage on his face. I had prepared for rage. But what I saw was worse than rage. It was pure calculation.
"Do you understand what you've just done?" He asked as if he was genuinely curious.
