The moment I opened the marriage certificate, Darius's face turned as dark as night.
He suddenly stood up, snatched the marriage certificate from my hands and tore it into pieces.
In front of everyone, Darius looked at me with a mocking expression.
“Shawna, stop pretending. Everyone knows you’re from the countryside, a poor person wearing nothing but cheap clothes. Who else would want to be with you besides me?”
“It's a shame you went to all this trouble to flatter me. If you just kneel down and apologize to Sofia, I'll consider our relationship."
Whispers could be heard all around.
“Could Shawna's marriage really be a sham?"
"I think it's fake. If it were true, why wouldn't her husband come?"
“I never would have thought it. Even though Shawna is the trendsetter, she's still just a love-struck fool."
These people weren't even trying to lower their voices; it was as if they were saying it just for me to hear.
I didn't pay much attention and just took out my phone to check where Barry was.
But my phone was suddenly snatched away and Sofia flipped through it without any regard for my privacy.
“Husband? Ms. Avery, I never expected you to be so determined. You actually saved his name as ‘husband.’ If you’re so confident, why don’t you make your husband come here?”
My face darkened as I glared at Sofia, speaking slowly and deliberately as I tried to grab the phone back, “Give me back my phone!”
Seeing my expression, Darius suppressed his panic and reached out to slap me across the face.
But the next moment, I found myself in a strong embrace.
Screams echoed around us.
Then a familiar voice rang out beside my ear, “I’m Shawna’s husband. What’s going on?”
