{"id":28143,"date":"2026-02-23T19:15:10","date_gmt":"2026-02-23T19:15:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=28143"},"modified":"2026-02-23T19:15:10","modified_gmt":"2026-02-23T19:15:10","slug":"youre-clumsy-you-always-ruin-everything-he-screamed-before-slapping-me-in-front-of-a-hundred-guests-unaware-that-the-chef-serving-canapes-was-my-first-love-and-t","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=28143","title":{"rendered":"\u201cYou\u2019re clumsy, you always ruin everything!\u201d \u2014he screamed before slapping me in front of a hundred guests, unaware that the chef serving canap\u00e9s was my first love and that night he would help me escape my gilded cage."},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 1: The Gilded Cage<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The garden of the\u00a0<\/span>Vane Estate<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0in The Hamptons was a postcard of oppressive perfection. It was the kind of scene that appeared in glossy lifestyle magazines, where the sunlight filtered through the leaves of ancient oaks just so, and the grass was manicured to within an inch of its life. Hundreds of imported white roses adorned the tables, their scent heavy and cloying in the humid afternoon air. A string quartet played a soft, unrecognizable melody that barely managed to disguise the razor-thin tension vibrating through the crowd.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I sat on a blue velvet throne, eight months pregnant, smiling with the stiffness of a porcelain doll about to crack.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My husband,\u00a0<\/span>Stefan Vane<\/span><\/strong>, heir to a pharmaceutical empire that spanned three continents, stood beside me. His hand rested on my shoulder, his fingers digging into my flesh with a force that went beyond affection. It was possession. It was a warning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSmile more, darling,\u201d Stefan whispered in my ear, his breath smelling of expensive champagne and absolute control. \u201cMy mother is watching you. And so are the investors. Don\u2019t ruin this with your tired face.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I nodded, feeling a sharp kick from the baby. A girl. Stefan had already decided to call her\u00a0<\/span>Victoria<\/span><\/strong>, a name that sounded like a conquest. He hadn\u2019t consulted me. I wanted to call her\u00a0<\/span>Hope<\/span><\/strong>, but in the Vane household, my opinion was an unnecessary ornament, like the third fork on the table setting.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 1: The Gilded Cage The garden of the\u00a0Vane Estate\u00a0in The Hamptons was a postcard of oppressive perfection. It was the kind of scene that appeared in glossy lifestyle magazines, where the sunlight filtered through the leaves of ancient oaks just so, and the grass was manicured to within an inch of its life. Hundreds…<\/p>\n

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