Stuart forced a smile, his jaw clenched. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Later that night, as Angelina slept peacefully beside him, Stuart whispered into the darkness, “How could you do this to me, Angel? How could both of you betray me like this?”

The next morning, Stuart called his butler, Bob, and instructed him to organize a party, inviting all their family and friends.

“This will be a celebration they’ll never forget,” Stuart said.

That evening, the mansion buzzed with life. It was Stuart’s first party since the accident, and guests were delighted to see him dressed in a sharp suit and seated confidently in his wheelchair. Angelina appeared radiant, playing the role of the devoted wife.

As the evening wore on, Stuart tapped his glass to capture everyone’s attention. The room fell silent as he addressed the crowd.

“Thank you all for being here tonight,” he began. “This party is special to me—not just because it’s my first since the accident, but because it marks a turning point in my life.”

Angelina smiled at him, her eyes shining with pride.

“A new beginning,” Stuart continued, “starting with my company.” He turned to Martin. “Effective immediately, you’re fired.”

Gasps filled the room as Martin’s face turned crimson. “What? Stuart, what are you talking about?”

“You heard me,” Stuart said coldly. “You’re fired. And I’ll make sure no one in this industry ever hires you again.”

Martin stammered, “This has to be a joke—”

“It’s no joke,” Stuart interrupted sharply. “I know about your affair. With her.”

The room fell into stunned silence. All eyes turned to Angelina as her champagne glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor.

“Stuart, I—” she began.

“Don’t bother denying it,” Stuart said, his voice cutting through her protests. “I saw you. Both of you. You disgust me.”

Martin and Angelina erupted into a heated argument, blaming one another, but Stuart was unmoved.

“Bob,” he said calmly, “show them the door.”

As the butler escorted them out, Angelina turned to Stuart, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Stuart! I love you! Don’t do this!”

“Love?” Stuart’s voice broke with emotion. “Love doesn’t betray. Love doesn’t lie. You don’t know what love is, Angelina.”

The door slammed shut behind them, and Stuart turned back to his guests. Raising his glass, he declared, “Let’s not let a couple of liars ruin the evening. Tonight, we celebrate my freedom.”

The room erupted in cheers, and for the first time in months, Stuart felt a sense of peace.

Later, as the last guests departed, Bob approached him. “Sir, are you truly alright?”

Stuart gazed at the ceiling mirror, a faint smile on his lips. “No, Bob. But I will be. The hardest part of healing isn’t the physical pain—it’s learning to trust again.”

“And will you?” Bob asked.

“Someday,” Stuart replied, watching the moon rise through the window. “But for now, I’m just grateful for the truth. Even when it hurts, the truth sets you free.”