Yet, half an hour later, both of them showed up at the venue. My fiancé, Shawn Donovan, stormed up to me, his face twisted with rage. Without a word, he slapped me hard across the face, sending me reeling backward. Uncoordinated and unfamiliar with wearing high heels, I lost my balance and crashed straight into the ten-tier wedding cake, now covered in sticky frosting and jam. I felt like a complete fool.
My childhood sweetheart put his hands in his pockets and looked at me with a hint of disgust.
Even my biological parents came over to blame me:
"You can have your wedding anytime, but Leta's matter cannot be delayed at all!"
But when I decided to give up all of them, they cried with red eyes.
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“What is wrong with you?” he snapped. “Leta’s having breakdown. It’s a life-or-death situation and you’re worried about this stupid wedding. Where’s your compassion? Are you even human?”
My cheek burned with pain. I staggered back, the slap throwing me off balance in my unfamiliar heels and I crashed straight into the towering wedding cake. Sticky frosting and syrup clung to my designer gown, making me feel like the ultimate fool.