He walked up to me, bent down, and grabbed my face, squeezing it so hard that it felt like my jawbone was about to break.
Just as he raised his hand to hit me, Maria spoke in a tearful voice.
"Adam, don't get angry. It's all my fault. I thought the ticket was fake, thinking she would arrive later. I should have made the food earlier if I knew she would come. It's all my fault, I ruined your wedding. It's normal for Bonnie to be angry..."
Bowen quickly handed her a tissue and even thoughtfully brought a towel to wipe her hair.
Hearing this, I was so angry that my eyes were bloodshot and my temples throbbed.
My mother had saved money by canceling her ticket and taking the train instead.
But in her mouth, it became a deceitful lie.
"Shut up! You have no right to talk about my mom!"
After the words fell, Adam slapped me in the face.
Blood stains overflowed from my lips, and a fishy sweetness surged in my throat.
But he angrily said, "You should shut up! If you say one more word, I'll tear your mouth apart!
"This fake wedding was all arranged by Maria for you. What right do you have to shout at her?