“Is it something at work? Are you trying to protect me by pushing me away? Tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”
Hearing her speak up for me so earnestly, the guests began to side with her.
They looked at me with increasing disappointment.
“Miguel,” her father finally spoke up. “I may be retired and out of the business world, but I still carry some weight.”
“We’re all family. If something’s wrong, you should say it. Don’t bottle it up.”
Even Veronica's parents chose to believe in me. After all, I was the son-in-law they had hand-picked.
But I didn’t care about any of them.
Without a glance around, I shoved Veronica off me.
My voice was cold. “It’s simple. I don’t love you anymore.”
A dead silence ensued.
“...What?” Veronica froze.
Tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes.
“I said—I don’t love you anymore,” I repeated. “Did you hear me clearly this time?”
I stepped past her, ready to leave.
“Stop right there!”
Dariel grabbed me by the collar and yelled, “Enough with this nonsense! Even as her assistant, I can’t stand watching this anymore!”
“Have you forgotten how hard you chased after her for three whole years?”