After she left, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and my voice couldn't help but choke up. "Samuel, why are you treating me like this? Why are you deliberately humiliating me at this critical moment?"
The man leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigarette between his fingers. Through the swirling smoke, he half-squinted at me, "So, are we still getting married? Do you still want to marry someone like me?"
He did it on purpose, provoking me at this moment.
I clenched my teeth, deliberately steadying my ragged breathing. "Yes."
My clenched fingers had already dug into my flesh.
After hearing my answer, he let out a long sigh. Then, the quiet room suddenly erupted with wild laughter.
He laughed so hard that he shook, tears streaming down his face like a madman.
Samuel extinguished his cigarette with his bare hands and then spread his hands. "Then why bother asking why I treat you this way?"
He smirked, his eyes fixed on me. "The answer is obvious, because you're cheap. You're so cheap that I can't even get rid of you."
Looking at the unfamiliar man in front of me, who was now so desolate and hostile, I couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness. He wasn't like this before.
I had watched him step by step toward the abyss and I had always believed that he would change back, that he would see my sincerity.
In a daze, the urgent knocking on the door pulled me back to reality.
Seeing me stunned, Samuel seemed to feel a twinge of pity. He stretched out his long legs and actively put on his pants.
He got out of bed and walked towards the door, his tone indifferent, "I'm coming, stop knocking."
I hurriedly wiped away my tears, even forcing a smile. I almost forgot that I had come to find Samuel to go to the wedding venue.
Some relatives and friends rushed in, their faces all smiling as they saw the signs of festivity in the room.
"Samuel, take it easy. Tonight is the bridal chamber candlelit night." They joked, completely unaware of my pale face.
"The days ahead are long. You're so eager before the wedding. You really love your wife."
"Oh, hey, it's true what they say, women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. Catherine, don't wear our Samuel out."
I was speechless, my eyes pleading with Samuel. I only hoped he wouldn't say anything. I just wanted him to give me some dignity, not to embarrass me here.
The bridesmaids also looked at me with ambiguous expressions.