The Slice of Cake That Ended Our Engagement

On the Goldman heir's wedding day, I take a small bite out of a piece of cake because I am hungry from waiting too long at the ceremony.

But my fiancee, Sheryl Wilson, slaps me in the face immediately.

"You really are shameless! How could you eat in an occasion like this?"

Dazed from the slap, I look at the other guests, who are staring at us at the moment. Having tasted copper in my mouth, I turn on my heel and approach the heir with a plate in my hands.

"The cake's pretty delicious. Do you want a slice?"

Sheryl started to panic. She's about to drag me away when the groom of the wedding takes a small bite out of the same slice.

He remarks coolly, "It really is tasty. I'll have my men prepare 100 slices of cake for the woman who slapped you just now."

The moment I stepped through the door, I spotted my wife, Sheryl Wilson, who was supposed to be working overtime that day. She was holding on to her assistant, Hunter Colton's arm.

Sheryl didn't look nervous at all when we made eye contact. She simply stared at me and said, "You don't fit in at these sorts of events, Felix. Don't look at me like that. Just stay in a corner later and don't embarrass yourself!"

"It's Mr. Luther's first time attending this type of banquet," Hunter chimed in mockingly. "He doesn't know the rules. That's why he's dressed so casually. Just stay out of our way. Don't embarrass Ms. Wilson."

I smiled at them and didn't say a single word as I made my way over to a corner of the hall.

The truth was, I didn't see Sheryl at first. The very first thing that caught my attention was the feast that was spread out on the table.

It was already 12:00 pm when I arrived at the hall. I was starving, so I served myself a small slice of cake and grabbed a glass of white wine to pair with it.

The cake was delicious, and I was tempted to have a second slice after finishing my first.

Just then, Sheryl stormed over to me and slapped the cake right out of my hands.

I was stunned. Before I could snap back to my senses, Sherly slapped me hard across the face.

The sound of the slap ringing through the air caught the attention of all the guests in the hall.

"Have you lost your mind?" Sheryl roared. "Didn't you eat at home? Must you embarrass yourself in front of everyone here? Do you even know where you are right now? Who gave you permission to eat the cake?"

I was still stunned, but she just continued berating me.

I touched my face and pressed my tongue against my inner cheek. I then let out a derisive scoff.

Sheryl was my fiancee, but she didn't respect me at all. She was even daring enough to slap me during such an important event.

I took a deep breath and looked at her, saying, "So what if I ate the cake? That's what we're supposed to do, right? It's not just a decoration."

Sheryl turned indignant upon listening to my retort.

Hunter had rushed over to us by then. "Why did you do that, Felix? You're not supposed to eat that, no matter how hungry you are! We're at Mr. Goldman's wedding banquet for crying out loud!"

Sheryl was wearing a stormy expression. "Apologize to Mr. Goldman right now!"

She then forcefully dragged me around the hall, but she couldn't find who she was looking for, even after she searched the entire place.

I shrugged and said, "I'm sure Mr. Goldman won't do anything to me just because I ate a tiny slice of cake. Besides, aren't we supposed to enjoy ourselves during a banquet? Why are you getting so angry at me over a slice of cake? How dare you slap me because of it! What do you take me for, Sheryl?"

Sheryl became infuriated. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

She scoffed before continuing, "I underestimated you, Felix, but it doesn't matter. I want you to leave right now. Don't linger here, or I'm going to break up with you! You won't be able to mooch off of me then!"

As I looked between Sheryl and Hunter, who stood nearby, I was suddenly struck by a realization.

"Fine then. I'd like to see exactly how you plan to deal with me."

I shook her off after I was done speaking. I grabbed a plate and placed a slice of cake on it before walking over to Shawn Goldman, who was standing nearby.

I was going to show Sheryl just how outrageous I could get.

Panic gripped Sheryl as she watched me walk away. She lifted up her skirt and chased after me, hissing, "What do you think you're doing? Talk to me!"

"I'm going to show you who's boss, of course!"

"Stop right there, Felix!"

Sheryl kept her voice lowered, not daring to shout at me. There were too many guests in the hall, so she didn't dare raise her voice. On top of that, she was worried about offending the Goldman family. She wouldn't be able to explain herself if that happened.

Hunter was also hot on our heels. He grabbed me and held me back right when I was a mere few feet away from Shawn.

"Don't cross the line, Felix. Today is the Goldman family's big day. Go ahead and sign your own death sentence for all I care, but don't drag Ms. Wilson into your mess.

"Ms. Wilson prepared for a long time for today's opportunity. If the partnership falls through, she won't be able to continue doing business in this city!"

Was Sheryl actually hoping to use the Goldman family as a stepping stone when her own company was so tiny?