Meanwhile, I was left standing there, the hot soup splashing onto my arm. The pain hit me like a jolt of electricity.
"Ahh—" I cried out as the sharp burn quickly swelled my skin, turning it red.
The waiter, now pale as a ghost, frantically apologized, bowing over and over.
The surrounding diners began to murmur, their eyes darting to Jason and Ava.
"This guy’s really something, huh? Protecting his girlfriend like that," one of the onlookers said.
"Yeah, now that’s true love," the other one agreed.
Their whispers stung, and I felt my emotions spiraling out of control. I suddenly remembered how Jason used to do the same for me—always leaving the best for me, always making sure I was protected.
But now, he was shielding Ava.
Ava finally lifted her head from Jason’s chest, a concerned look on her face. "Jason, are you okay? Where did you get burned? Let me see!"
That was it. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My stomach turned, and I just needed to get out of there, away from this hellish scene.
I stood up abruptly, knocking my chair over with a loud crash. The diners around us stared, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to escape.
Only then did Jason finally notice my arm had been burned.
But instead of concern for me, he snapped, his attention shifting to the waiter and the child.
"Hey! What’s wrong with you?!" he yelled, his voice filled with fury. "Watch where you're going!"
I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t even worried about me.
Emma's POV
"What the hell is wrong with you guys?! Can’t you see what you’ve done? You burned someone!" Jason yelled, my frustration boiling over.
The waiter was shaking, repeating apologies, while the child’s parents rushed over, clearly mortified.
Ava, on the other hand, tugged gently at Jason’s sleeve, speaking in that overly sweet tone of hers. "Jason, please don’t get upset. What if you get sick from the stress? It wasn’t on purpose, you know."
I could feel my vision darkening as I staggered toward the door, the pain in my arm intensifying with every step.
It was like flames licking at my skin, sharp, burning, and relentless. But worse than the pain was the crushing weight of betrayal that settled in my chest.
I had once believed that Jason and I were unbreakable.
But now? It felt like it was all just a lie.
Jason glanced at the burn on my arm, a flicker of heartache flashing in his eyes before quickly turning into frustration and regret.