She shoved the cake stand toward me with force. Gasps rippled through the crowd as every pair of eyes snapped in our direction.
The metal support inside the stand nearly struck my face.
Elijah rushed over, his expression tight with concern. “Wife, are you okay?”
Then, with perfect timing, he turned and snapped at Scarlett.
“Clumsy! You can’t even cut a cake properly. Get lost!”
I lowered my gaze, masking the sarcasm flickering in my eyes.
How laughable.
He had seen it. He had watched her do it on purpose, yet his reaction was impeccably staged.
The ideal son-in-law my parents had chosen was clever, calculating and always knowing what to say.
At his outburst, my parents exhaled in relief, waving someone over to clean up the mess.
The grand banquet hall buzzed with life once more and Elijah seamlessly slipped back into his role as the perfect host, entertaining the guests.
The air felt suffocating.
I needed to leave.
Just as I moved to wheel myself away, a pair of hands suddenly gripped the handles of my wheelchair.
Scarlett pushed me toward the garden, her grip firm on the handles of my wheelchair.
“Sister, long time no see,” she purred, smugness lacing every syllable.