Ethan

Ethan stood rooted to the spot; his eyes fixated on the unfolding scene before him. The woman he had known only as his convenient wife was now transformed into an embodiment of wrath and power.

a sense of admiration grew within him. There was something undeniably alluring about her courage and poise.

With a swift turn, she confronted the man who had fallen, gripping his collar with an iron grip.

Her fist collided with his face, the sound of bone meeting flesh echoing through the hushed street.

The intensity of her strikes was enough to make Ethan wince, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone within earshot who hadn't heard the commotion.

Her voice was eerily calm, but her words seethed with unyielding fury. "You piece of shit! You think you can insult and tease me, and I will let you go?" she demanded, her gaze piercing through the man's soul.

The entire street had fallen into an uneasy silence, all eyes fixed upon the woman as she exacted her retribution. She was a force to be reckoned with, a fierce figure that resembled the goddess of vengeance herself.

As the man cowered beneath her, she continued to deliver a stern warning. "If you ever even try to tease another woman, I will break your hands," she declared, her words laced with an air of finality.

Ethan couldn't take his eyes off her.

As she retrieved her handbag from the ground, she left without sparing him a single glance. Ethan watched her retreating figure, feeling an odd mixture of awe and intrigue.

He knew there was much more to her than he had ever imagined, and he was beginning to realize that their fake marriage was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The street remained silent for a few more moments, the echoes of her presence lingering in the air. It was as if the world had paused to witness the spectacle of a woman reclaiming her power and asserting her boundaries.