I had promised myself I would not hold back, and tonight I meant it.

The chandelier glared down at us like a merciless spotlight, catching the crystal glasses and the untouched plates. The long dining table gleamed like a stage set for performance, each fork and knife laid with military precision, every detail of the room screaming of wealth and power. For years, I had played my role, the elegant wife who smiled at the right time and kept quiet when the curtains fell. But tonight, the script ...