His mother, Donna Wilson, was very excited and scolded me in a harsh voice for being shameless.
"Bella, the Wilson family can not do without an heir. You can't conceive, yet you want to marry my son. You are absolutely disgusting and malicious!"
Seeing their ugly demeanor, I no longer wished to continue.
The scene was in chaos, and a fight between the two groups was about to break out.
I smashed the wine glass in my hand with all my strength, and the wine glass tower that formed a high triangle collapsed instantly. The huge shattering sound temporarily stopped this farce.
Then, my trembling voice came through the microphone and spread to every corner. "Let him go!"
"Bella!"
"Bella!"
I tilted my head back to prevent tears from falling and gave them a soothing gesture from afar.
I calmed myself down, gazed at Xavier, and noticed that he hurriedly made his way to the door without even looking back.
Just as he was about to step out of the door, I suddenly spoke.
"Xavier, think it through. If you step out of this door today, we will be done with each other from now on, and we owe nothing to each other."
He paused only for a moment.
Then, Xavier reached out and took off the ring and threw it on the ground carelessly.
"Bella, remember to return the engagement gifts to me."
Finishing saying this, he turned around and left without looking back.
I smiled, allowing my serious expression to be replaced once again with a cheerful demeanor.
I thought, "When should I tell him that it is he who is truly infertile, which would be the most fatal?"
He and Sandra got their marriage licenses quickly.
It was as if Xavier was afraid that if he delayed for even a second, I would come back and snatch him away.
He posted the marriage licenses on Facebook and felt very happy.
I lowered my gaze, concealing all emotions, and buried my face in my plate, hastily stuffing food into my mouth.
Xavier postponed getting marriage licenses with me and prioritized having the wedding ceremony first. It turned out he was paving the way for Sandra.
Patrick handed me a cup of water with concern. "Bella, eat slowly."
"I can't."
My tears were about to fall.
Ryan comforted me and said, "Bella, don't be sad. I'll arrange for you to have many male models someday. Apart from spending your money, anyone of them is better than that bastard!"
I felt even sadder as he said that.