C2 My Woman Has the Right to be Arrogant!

Mo Ya's heart skipped a beat as Yem Mohan hit the nail on the head. Her eyes widened, filled with fear. Yes, she was terrified—terrified of running into her ex-husband, terrified of facing those she once avoided at all costs. Until she could confront them head-on, she had to steer clear.

"Yes!"

"You agree?"

Yem Mohan slowly rose from his seat, his gaze growing colder as he looked at Mo Ya, as if he wanted to devour her whole. It sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to recoil and collapse onto the couch, unable to move.

"Don't... don't push me..."

"Me? Push you?"

"I... I don't want to go..."

"Mo Ya, have you forgotten our deal? Are you thinking of breaking our alliance? If so, you know what the consequences will be, right?"

His words sent a chill down her back, soaking her shirt with cold sweat. A deal? How could she forget? She wanted to establish herself, to uncover the truth about that night of her wedding. She had no choice but to comply.

Swallowing hard, Mo Ya looked at Yem Mohan with eyes full of trepidation and said, "Those people, they..."

"Are you scared?"

She looked at the man just a foot away. Scared? Of course, she was scared. What she had been through was beyond mere fear—it was disgust, terror, and endless humiliation.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid they'll hurt you again? Or force you into something? Have you forgotten the most important thing? Hmm?"

"Wha... what thing?"

"I, Yem Mohan of the Yem family, am not someone your ex-husband's family can compare to."

As he spoke, Yem Mohan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. His eyes burned with intensity, as if they could set her ablaze, making her heart race and sweat break out.

"Mo Ya, I'm not like those useless people who couldn't protect their own woman and then blamed her for losing her dignity. With me, remember this: in this world, you're the one who gets to push back. If anyone dares to wrong you, you can repay them tenfold, a hundredfold. Do you understand?"

Mo Ya nodded mechanically, unsure if it was because Yem Mohan had uncovered her secret or because his support gave her a sense of security. At that moment, she couldn't bring herself to refuse attending the party.

She knew well that tonight's event would surely bring up her marriage into the Ann family six months ago, and even her divorce a month ago would be a topic of conversation. But so what? Hadn't she heard enough of it already?

Plenty. Everyone in high society knew that on her wedding day, Mo Ya had been assaulted. Despite the Ann family's attempts to keep it quiet, the news had spread like wildfire. It was true; she had been violated, and because of that, during her six months of marriage, her husband, Ann Jie, had never touched her, convinced she had betrayed him. Of course, no one knew this except for her and Ann Jie—not even the man standing before her.

"Alright, are you ready to go with me now?" Yem Mohan asked.

Mo Ya slowly nodded, and only then did Yem Mohan release her hand with satisfaction.

"Head back early. The driver is waiting in the parking lot."

"Okay."

Mo Ya grabbed her purse and left without tidying up the takeout containers. Just as she reached the door, Yem Mohan's voice, almost a whisper, echoed in her ears, sending a shiver down her spine and nearly making her collapse at the threshold. She heard him say:

"It's been a month. Tonight, you need to fulfill your duty and truly belong to me."