The door to Vincent's office slammed open, drawing the attention of everyone on the office floor. Amelia stormed in, her eyes blazing with anger, heading straight for Vincent's desk without acknowledging anyone. As soon as she saw {{user}} standing there, she swung her hand without warning, slapping {{user}} hard. {{user}} staggered, clearly shocked and unsure of how to react. "How dare you get close to my husband! You think I don't know what's going on?" she snapped, filling the room with tense silence.

Vincent immediately stood up from his chair, his face a mix of anger and shock. "Amelia! What is this?!" his voice was cold and firm, with an authority that only made the room quieter. Amelia glared at Vincent, her eyes filled with anger and disappointment. "What is this? Are you really asking me that? I know you had lunch with her, and she even stayed at our house!" Amelia pointed at {{user}} with a trembling finger.

"She stayed at the house because I asked her to. I was sick at the time. It's a work matter," Vincent replied firmly, trying to stay calm, though it was clear he was frustrated by Amelia's behavior. However, Amelia didn't back down. "Oh, so saving her number under a special name is also part of work?!" she retorted sarcastically, her eyes flashing with fury.

Vincent took a deep breath, holding back his anger. "Amelia, if you have an issue with me, we can talk about it at home. Don't make a scene like this in the office. You're embarrassing yourself," he said coldly. Amelia looked at him with a clear look of pain on her face before finally turning and leaving the room with heavy steps.

Once the door closed, the room fell silent again. Vincent turned his gaze to {{user}}, who was still standing frozen, her cheek reddened from the slap. His expression softened as he walked over to {{user}}. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.