The Stranger I Married-Chapter 55: Family disgrace

The music resumed faintly in the background, barely covering the sudden murmur of gossip spreading like wildfire through the crowd. Clara stormed past the guests like a woman possessed, the train of her crimson dress fluttering violently behind her.

Her parents had just entered, fashionably late as always. Richard Marquez stood tall and stiff in a navy suit, his expression unreadable. Beside him was his wife—Vanessa—draped in gold and dripping in diamonds, ever the picture of polished perfection. They had been led through the side entrance to avoid the photographers, but as Clara approached, their attention snapped to her immediately.

"Clara?" Vanessa reached out, alarmed. "Why do you look like that? What happened?"

"Why are you fuming?" Richard added, stepping toward her.

Clara’s chest heaved as she spat out, "She’s here."

Vanessa’s smile faded. "Who?"

"Ella," Clara hissed through clenched teeth. "She’s here. At my event."

Vanessa blinked. "Ella... as in Ella Marquez?"

"She walked in like she owns the place," Clara said, voice dripping venom. "With Nicholas Carter. She made a scene. That little snake was supposed to stay buried, but she showed up, looking like some damn fairy tale princess—"

Vanessa stiffened, visibly shaken. "Nicholas Carter? That billionaire tech heir?"

"She came with him?" Richard asked sharply, his brow tightening.

"Yes!" Clara snapped. "And everyone was looking at her. Again. Like they forgot everything she did to this family!"

Vanessa gripped her husband’s arm. "She was never supposed to come back."

"And yet she has," Clara seethed, "acting like nothing happened."

"She’s a disgrace," Richard muttered. "Let’s see what she wants."

Ella, standing across the room with Nicholas, didn’t notice them at first. Her posture was elegant, her expression unreadable. She looked like a woman made of steel and silk—unshakable, composed. But the moment she caught sight of the trio approaching, her shoulders tightened.

Vanessa’s voice was icy as she stepped into Ella’s path. "How bold of you to come crawling back."

Ella’s lips parted slightly, but her tone remained cool. "I didn’t crawl. I walked. Something you wouldn’t understand."

Richard stepped in, eyes sharp, his mouth a thin, disapproving line. "How dare you show your face here after all the disgrace you’ve brought this family?"

Nicholas tensed beside her, but Ella didn’t flinch. She looked straight into her father’s eyes.

"The only disgrace," she said slowly, voice steady and cutting, "was watching you remarry while Mom was still fighting for her life. She wasn’t even cold in the ground before you were parading her—" she nodded at Vanessa "—around like a trophy."

Gasps rippled through the guests. Vanessa’s jaw dropped. Richard’s nostrils flared.

"You don’t speak about my marriage," he growled, stepping closer.

"Why not?" Ella asked. "Afraid someone might finally say out loud what everyone’s thinking? That you moved on so fast it was as if Mom never mattered to you?"

"You spoiled, ungrateful—"

"I was grateful!" Ella shouted, voice cracking. "Until you abandoned me! Until you left me with nothing. You disowned me, humiliated me, and let them call me a liar when I tried to speak the truth!"

"That’s enough!" Richard barked, his voice echoing.

Vanessa stepped between them, trying to mask her nervousness with indignation. "This is neither the time nor place—"

"I agree," Richard snarled.

And then, before anyone could react, he raised his hand and struck Ella hard across the face.

The sound cracked through the air like lightning. Ella stumbled back a step, her cheek already turning red, the sting blooming hot across her skin.

A collective gasp rippled through the room, a swell of outrage and disbelief.

Nicholas surged forward without hesitation. He caught Richard’s wrist just as he lifted it again.

"You’re lucky you’re her father," Nicholas said darkly, his voice low and simmering with fury. "Because if you were anyone else—"

There was a sickening snap as Nicholas twisted Richard’s wrist sharply. The older man screamed in pain, collapsing to the floor, cradling his now-broken wrist.

Vanessa screamed. Clara gasped. The room exploded into chaos—shocked murmurs, camera flashes, guests either frozen in place or scrambling to film the fallout.

Nicholas didn’t even look at Richard. He turned to Ella, his expression softening, a hand gently cradling her face as he examined the red mark blooming across her cheek.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his anger still thrumming beneath the surface.

Ella blinked slowly, dazed. The room blurred at the edges, but she didn’t cry—not yet. Her throat tightened as she nodded slowly. "I’m fine."

"No," Nicholas said softly, "you’re not. But you will be."

Clara stood rooted in place, horrified. This wasn’t what she’d planned. She’d wanted Ella humiliated, crushed under the weight of their family’s scorn.

Instead, she watched Nicholas cradle Ella like something fragile and beloved, while her father lay on the floor in pain, utterly disgraced.

Vanessa rushed to Richard’s side, crouching beside him, her mask of composure shattered. "You’ll regret this," she hissed at Nicholas through clenched teeth.

Nicholas looked down at her with frigid calm. "You regret it every day. You just don’t say it out loud."

Then Ella’s gaze turned toward Vanessa—calm, calculating, deadly quiet.

"You should’ve left me alone," she said. "You both should’ve."

Clara trembled. The shame of her family being exposed in front of elite society clung to her like a second skin. She stared at Ella, at the way Nicholas stood beside her like a fortress, at the hush that had descended across the ballroom.

"How does it feel?" Ella asked Clara softly, just loud enough for her alone to hear. "To know I didn’t break... but your perfect world just did?"

Clara’s lips parted, but no words came.

The crowd parted once again as Nicholas wrapped a protective arm around Ella’s waist and led her away. Her emerald gown swayed with every graceful step, her head held high despite the sting still burning on her cheek.

They had come expecting to witness the downfall of a disgraced daughter.

Instead, they saw a queen rise from the ashes of betrayal.