2 septembre 2026

I never imagined a shopping mall would feel like a courtroom.

The Slap
I reached for his sleeve—not to fight, just to stop him from walking away.

He jerked back.

The slap landed.

For a moment, the world went silent.

Then he raised his hand again.

But this time, someone stopped him.

The Guard Who Stepped In
A gloved hand caught Ethan’s wrist midair.

“You don’t touch her,” the security guard said calmly, though his eyes burned.

Ethan sneered. “Do you know who I am?”

The guard removed his cap.

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