"What the hell is wrong with you guys?! Can’t you see what you’ve done? You burned someone!" Jason yelled, my frustration boiling over.
The waiter was shaking, repeating apologies, while the child’s parents rushed over, clearly mortified.
Ava, on the other hand, tugged gently at Jason’s sleeve, speaking in that overly sweet tone of hers. "Jason, please don’t get upset. What if you get sick from the stress? It wasn’t on purpose, you know."
I could feel my vision darkening as I staggered toward the door, the pain in my arm intensifying with every step.
It was like flames licking at my skin, sharp, burning, and relentless. But worse than the pain was the crushing weight of betrayal that settled in my chest.
I had once believed that Jason and I were unbreakable.
But now? It felt like it was all just a lie.
Jason glanced at the burn on my arm, a flicker of heartache flashing in his eyes before quickly turning into frustration and regret.
"Emma, how are you? Does it hurt? Let’s go to the hospital right now!" he said, his voice filled with concern.