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.