In the past, I would have flipped the table and screamed at everyone.
It would have ended in an ugly argument.
Mason would say that he and Claire were just friends, and I was the one with dirty thoughts. He would be disappointed in me, claiming I was ruining everything and didn't trust him.
No matter what I said, he would give me the silent treatment and even meet up with Claire on purpose, just to make me jealous.
Until I finally begged for forgiveness like a dog, only then would he interrogate me, making me admit I was possessive to the point of being irrational and that I needed to trust him unconditionally.
Over the years, through constant manipulation, I had turned into a lunatic who followed Mason's every word.
Even on our wedding day, I still found myself instinctively questioning whether I was overthinking things.
But deep down, I knew it was them who were in the wrong.
The door closed, cutting off the view, and only the noise of laughter and chaos from outside could be heard.
I leaned against the window, watching the lively scene below.
My friends followed behind, fuming with anger.
"This is just too much! If this wedding doesn't happen, who cares anyway?"