"She's only good at playing those little mind games with you. If you want to leave, just leave. Why make such a big scene out of it?"
They both froze, clearly not expecting my bluntness. Jolene looked so hurt that she was on the verge of tears. "Fine, I'll leave now. I won't bother you anymore."
But Willard held her even tighter. "Cynthia, we're about to get married. Can't you act a little more mature?"
"From the engagement till now, have you ever given me a single day of warmth? And now you're dragging Jolene into this, too?"
Jolene tugged at him softly from the side, yet pressed closer against him. "Willard, don't say anymore."
Alas, Willard's emotions completely exploded.
"I'm going to say it! I've had enough! Cynthia, keep acting up! Don't let this petty nonsense tear open your old wounds again. Don't blame me for not warning you when it happens!"
The store fell silent instantly. Those sales assistants awkwardly lowered their heads to tidy merchandise.
My heart felt like it had been tossed into an ice cave. Hence, in Willard's eyes, my scar was just a tool for attention-seeking tantrums.