“Look at you, idiot! You insisted on marrying that useless girl who can’t even eat, drink, or relieve herself without an artificial heart! Five years! She’s still not as useful as a damn hen that can lay eggs!
“If you hadn’t threatened to die, that lowly woman would never have stepped foot into my family!
“But Ava is different. She comes over every few days just to make me happy. I just wish it had been her that you married!”
The old lady kept going, spewing every cruel word she could think of, hurling them all at Sue.
Finally, Ava played peacemaker. “Grandma, don’t mention her on such a happy occasion. She’s bad luck.”
Lucia reluctantly let it go but still turned to Irwin, unwilling to drop the topic.
“Tell me the truth, Irwin. Who do you like more—Ava or Sue?”
In that moment, it felt like an invisible hand was squeezing Sue’s heart, suffocating her.
Holding her breath, she waited.
Irwin smiled.
“I only feel guilty toward Sue.”
That fragile hope inside her instantly shattered.
For some reason, she found it funny.
After a long pause, she gathered herself and slowly walked downstairs.
The party hall was filled with relatives and guests draped in jewels and luxury. These were high-society elites.