I shoved him away hard and shut the door. Ignoring him shouting my name, pounding on the door hard and yelling,
"Stella!"
"I've never wronged you!"
"We're about to get married!"
"You can't treat me like this!"
Listening to his voice, I only felt like even the heavy air was mixed with dense needles, seeping in everywhere and stabbing into my nerves. It hurt so much I was about to break down, yet I saw Naomi send me a WeChat message asking me,
"Stella, are you sick!"
"You suspect me and your husband?"
"Explain yourself right now! I'm not taking the blame for this!"
Looking at Naomi's messages, I still felt it was mocking.
Naomi and I had been together for twelve years, from meeting in high school until now, never separated. I treated her as family, as my closest friend, yet I'd never thought that such a melodramatic plot would also get applied to us.
I collapsed into a sitting position in the living room, looking at the house that had already been dyed with celebratory cheer, and I still couldn't control the tears surging down.
Until a friend called me and said,
"Stella."
"I got what you wanted."
My friend asked me worriedly, "Are you ready?"