“Lydia, Jason’s so busy he needs his secretary with him at all times. If there’s work, it’s convenient. You’re going to be married; be more tolerant.”
I understood clearly: this family was taking the outsider’s side.
Jason opened the first car door for Selena and watched her get in.
Relatives and friends whispered. Some were surprised, some displeased, but most were gloating, waiting for me to embarrass myself. A few colleagues, who usually didn’t get along with me at work, stopped pretending and pulled out their phones to film the lead car and me.
As they filmed, they said, “The green tea who forced a marriage came back too soon. Even though President Miller married her, he won’t even let her ride in the lead car.”
“Our Selena is President Miller’s true love. Even if the green tea won, what good is it? Now she can’t even ride in the wedding car with him!”
Their words grew louder, and I snapped.
“Shut up!”
The men reluctantly put their phones away.
“Lydia, even if you tricked President Miller into marrying you, you don’t compare to Selena in his heart!”
“That’s right. If I were you, I wouldn’t get married today. If you have any shame, just go home!”