He shoved my head toward the floor, rubbing my face into the mess. I bit down hard, but he forced my head against the ground, smearing my lips and cheeks with the mess and tears.
His dissatisfaction festered. He yanked me upright, slapping me hard across the face.
A metallic taste filled my mouth as blood blurred my vision.
"Why don't you speak? Show me how tough you are! Come on, open your mouth!"
He picked up a somewhat intact meat pie, crushing it into my face.
"Is it tasty? Do you like it? Apologize to Cindy now!"
"Or I'll make sure your mother gets sent back to where she came from!"
Eason's neck veins bulged as he gasped for breath.
Cindy stood by, her hand covering her forehead, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing this, Eason turned to me, his voice cold and sharp. "Yara, do you not understand what I'm saying?"
My eyes grew colder, and I let the blood from my face trickle down.
When he noticed something was off, a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a frown and a squint.
Cindy's voice was weak as she tried to mediate. "Please, don't fight because of me. I'm really fine."
"I'm sorry, Yara. If I had known, I wouldn't have come back with Mr. Garcia. I thought explaining in person would help..."
She moved towards me slowly.
She bent down and reached out to help me up. But as soon as she touched my arm, I shoved her away.
The force was too strong. She stumbled and hit the cabinet, groaning in pain.
Eason immediately rushed to her, checking her hand with concern. After ensuring she was okay, he turned to me, glaring.
"Yara, don't be so shameless!"
"Do you have any idea what Cindy went through for your fake wedding? If you acting like his, I'll expose your lies right in front of your mother when we hold the fake wedding for her!"
Fake wedding?
My laughter was bitter and mocking.
"What did she sacrifice for my wedding? To pretend to be the bride at your wedding? How noble."
I clapped slowly, blood from the corner of my mouth dripping down in a mocking curve.
"Eason, isn't it absurd to talk about making up for my wedding? There's no need for it now or ever!"
My voice was ice cold.
His eyes bored into mine, as if trying to find a shred of guilt.
He thought my anger was mere jealousy, just like before.
But today, the reality was clearer than ever.
He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.