Sarah stood up slowly while keeping her small son safely behind her elegant burgundy dress.
Her eyes were burning with strong anger that she had kept hidden for many hard years.
Richard sneered at her defiance, adjusting his expensive gold cufflinks with steady hands.
Richard: Do not cross me, Sarah, you know how much power I hold.
Sarah: Your power means nothing when you act like a cruel monster to a boy.
Timmy: Mommy, please don't fight, I will be good from now on!
Sarah: You were already good, sweetie, this is not your fault at all.
Richard stepped around his wife to grab the trembling boy by his thin arm.
Sarah immediately slapped his hand away before he could lay a finger on Timmy.
The sound of the slap cracked through the quiet room like a loud gunshot.
Every single guest went completely silent, watching the powerful couple stand face to face.
Richard: You will regret doing that in front of all my business partners!
Sarah: I only regret staying with a man who cares more about status than love!
Richard: I pay for your mansion, your clothes, and your luxurious lifestyle!
Sarah: You can keep every single cent if it means keeping my son safe from you!
Richard pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed his top corporate lawyer.
Richard: Cut off her credit cards right now and change the security codes at the house!
Sarah did not even flinch as she heard her husband strip away her financial life.
She grabbed Timmy's tiny hand and took a firm step toward the main doors.
Timmy: Where are we going, Mommy? Is Daddy throwing us away?
Sarah: We are going somewhere safe where nobody will ever yell at you again.
Richard: If you walk out that door tonight, the divorce lawyer will destroy you!
Sarah: Try your worst, Richard, because you cannot take away my dignity.
The boy looked back at his father with tears still wet on his pale skin.
Richard turned his back on them, walking toward the high stage to address his guests.
Richard: Pay no attention to them, everyone, the party will continue as planned!
The crowd looked uncomfortable, but nobody dared to speak out against the powerful billionaire.
Sarah led her son through the massive front doors into the cool night air.
The warm breeze blew her hair as she took a deep breath of fresh air.
She did not have her purse or her car keys, but she felt free for the first time.
Timmy: Are we poor now, Mommy?
Sarah: We might not have money tonight, but we have each other, my love.
She held him tight as they walked toward the brightly lit main street.
A black luxury car suddenly pulled up to the curb right beside them.