Ava seemed taken aback, retreating behind Jason and starting to sob. "Jason, I’m so scared..."
Then, before I could process what was happening, Jason shoved me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. My head hit the cold tile with a jarring thud.
"Emma, are you done yet?" he snapped.
"I told you! Ava and I haven’t done anything! Why can’t you stop acting crazy?"
Then, without warning, he slapped me across the face. The pain spread like wildfire, and I covered my cheek, still in shock.
Was this really the man I had loved for seven years?
My heart felt like it was frozen like I had fallen into an icy pit, and every breath I took felt sharp and bitter.
"Jason, we're done! Let's forget about the wedding. I’m not marrying you anymore!" I shouted, my voice shaking with hurt and anger.
Jason seemed to brush it off as if it were nothing more than a tantrum. He sneered, then casually scooped Ava into his arms and started toward the door.
I struggled to push myself up from the floor, the pain in my head making everything blur. My vision wavered in and out of focus.
How pathetic.
I was still hoping, still holding on to the faintest hope that he would turn around and explain himself.