The moment she pulled out that black card, the air in the boutique shifted from casual shopping to full-blown courtroom drama. You could see it in the way her fingers trembled slightly as she held it up — not out of fear, but out of defiance. She knew exactly what she was doing. This wasn't just a payment method; it was a declaration of war. And everyone in that room felt it. The sales associate, Grace, didn't even try to hide her shock. Her eyes widened like saucers, and for a second, you thought she might drop the velvet tray she was holding. But no — she stood her ground, because she knew the truth. That card belonged to Edward. And Edward? He wasn't supposed to be giving those out to just anyone. Especially not to someone who'd been seen whispering secrets in back alleys and showing up at his penthouse uninvited. The other woman — let's call her the Accuser — didn't hold back.