Three Slaps at the Wedding Chapter 3

"So what?" I was surprisingly calm.

Even the wedding officiant couldn't stand it anymore and came to pull me away.

"Maid of honor, you've gone too far. She's pregnant—you can't hit a pregnant woman!"

Rachel nodded frantically, shouting to Ethan's parents. "Mom, Dad, get Mia out of here! I'm carrying your grandson—the Grant family heir!"

The groom's parents, silent until now, finally spoke.

Her mother-in-law smiled awkwardly. "Miss Song, please calm down. Whatever's bothering you, let's discuss it after the wedding. I'll make sure you get an explanation."

I laughed coldly with disdain. "What if I insist on hitting her today? Does the Grant family dare to stop me?"

Her father-in-law's expression changed. "Miss Song, what do you mean?"

"If you don't let me hit her, I'll withdraw the investment I promised to Grant Corporation."

Mr. and Mrs. Grant exchanged glances.

Rachel straightened confidently, protruding her belly. "I'm pregnant with the Grant family's golden grandson! My in-laws would never let you keep bullying me!"

To everyone's surprise, Mr. Grant laughed heartily and pushed Rachel forward generously. "Go ahead and hit her, Miss Song. Just don't kill her."

The entire room gasped. What kind of father-in-law would allow his pregnant daughter-in-law to be humiliated like this for business?

Especially when the Roberts and Grants were both prominent families in the city.

Rachel's eyes turned red as she begged Mrs. Grant humbly. "Mom, you can't let her hit me. What if something happens to the baby?"

Mrs. Grant hesitated, exchanging glances with her husband before understanding his meaning.

She coaxed Rachel. "Rachel dear, since Miss Song is upset, let her hit you once. After you officially join the family, I'll make it up to you."

Rachel's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mom, how can you say that? I'm the Grant family's daughter-in-law! If Mia hits me, she's not just hitting me—she's humiliating the entire Grant family!"

"If you let Mia slap me today, I'll be the laughingstock of the whole city!"

Mrs. Grant was unmoved.

She snorted coldly with arrogance. "Your premarital pregnancy was already shameful. Stop wasting time. Let Miss Song finish quickly so the wedding can continue."

Mrs. Grant waved her hand. Two bodyguards came forward and held Rachel down.

She fawned over me obsequiously. "Miss Song, please proceed."

Ethan had long since left the stage to lean against a corner, motionless, as if none of this concerned him.

In wealthy families, love meant nothing in the face of profit.

Rachel glared at me with hatred. "Mia, if you hit me one more time, I'll never let you get away with it!"

I grabbed her chin, carefully selecting the angle.

"Fine. I'll be waiting," I said flatly.

Rachel was clearly afraid now, seeing my stance.

This slap would make her suffer.

Her eyes filled with terror as she screamed, "I'm calling the police!"

"Someone call the police for me!"

The guests below immediately responded, pulling out their phones to call.

Ethan, who'd been ignoring everything, finally reacted. He strode quickly onto the stage and grabbed the microphone from the officiant.

"No one is calling the police!"

At Ethan's command, the bodyguards quickly confiscated the guests' phones.

Everyone looked at Ethan in confusion.

Earlier, when Rachel had been beaten and humiliated, Ethan had remained detached and aloof.

But the moment Rachel mentioned calling the police, he intervened.

In their eyes, my relationship with Ethan was suspiciously ambiguous.

"Does Young Master Grant really have something going on with Miss Song? He won't protect his own wife and child, but he helps her instead."

Rachel looked at me in disbelief, then at Ethan.

"Ethan! Are you really having an affair with Mia behind my back?"

Ethan neither denied nor explained.

Rachel pounded on Ethan's chest furiously. "How can you face me? I'm pregnant with your child!"

He grabbed her wrist and flung it away harshly.

"That's enough."

She screamed hysterically, "Ethan, you ungrateful bastard!"

I watched Rachel cry but still hadn't given up on the idea of slapping her.

Rachel wiped the tears from her face and threatened Ethan viciously. "What if I insist on calling the police?"

A flash of relief crossed Ethan's eyes. He smiled indifferently. "If you dare call the police, we'll get divorced."

Rachel seemed shocked that Ethan would so casually mention divorce.

"Ethan, you'd actually divorce me just because I want to call the police? Don't you have any conscience?"

Ethan remained expressionless. "As long as you call the police, I'll divorce you."

"Rachel, you can't call the police," Mrs. Grant pulled her back. "This started as just a slap. Now it's escalating to divorce—the cost outweighs the benefit."

Actually, I was curious too. How far would Ethan go?

Would he really divorce Rachel over a police call?

Rachel and Ethan had been in love for ten years. They'd always had a good relationship. Ethan pampered Rachel like a little princess. They were a golden couple everyone knew about.

Yet Ethan's attitude toward Rachel today disappointed everyone.

Including me—I couldn't understand why he would marry her if he cared so little.

But I figured I'd know the answer soon enough.

Faced with Ethan's adamant stance, Rachel was heartbroken.

Everyone thought the wedding couldn't continue.

Rachel suddenly turned and ran at me, catching me off guard and pushing me to the ground.

Consumed by anger, she was completely different from her usual gentle self.

Rachel blamed everything on me.

"Mia, won't you be satisfied until you've destroyed me? If it weren't for you, how would I be so humiliated? Now Ethan wants to divorce me too. Do you have to be so ruthless?"

Yes, that's right.

I was gambling away years of friendship and the relationship between our families. Even though no one understood, Rachel couldn't possibly not know my intentions.

"After I give you this third slap, I'll tell you why."

Rachel tilted her face up resignedly, waiting for the blow to fall.

But I didn't strike immediately. Rachel trembled as she asked, "What are you waiting for? Why aren't you hitting me?"

I said something that surprised everyone.

"Didn't you want to call the police? I'm waiting for you to call them."

Rachel was completely enraged by my brazen attitude. "Mia, do you think you can keep insulting me just because your family is better than mine?"

"Fine! I'll call the police right now and we'll see if you're still so arrogant when they arrive!"

Just as she was about to dial, Ethan grabbed her phone and smashed it on the ground. His hoarse, furious voice was deafening. "I said no police!"

"Do you think I'm joking with you?" Ethan had his assistant bring out divorce papers he'd prepared in advance. "If you make that call today, we're going straight to the courthouse."

Tears streamed down Rachel's face as she sobbed continuously. She was clearly wavering.

I calmly pulled out my phone. "If you won't call the police, I will."

Everyone gasped. What kind of move was this?

I was calling the police on myself.