"Audrey, how long are you going to be this childish? If I didn't love you, would I have married you?"
In the past, I would have argued back, saying marriage doesn't equal love and that Claire was a manipulative snake.
But I didn't want to argue anymore. I just looked straight ahead, letting him say whatever he wanted.
Mason finally lost his temper because of my indifference and shouted at me, "Audrey, what does your silence mean? Do you think I'm wrong?"
I let out a cold laugh, playing along.
"How could you be wrong? It's me who judged you unfairly."
I gave my usual response, but my tone carried an unfamiliar ease and mockery.
Maybe I was mistaken. For a moment, I saw a flash of panic in Mason's eyes, though it quickly disappeared, too fleeting to grasp.
As arrogant as he was, he wouldn't dwell on it.
Thinking I was scared like before, he smugly ordered, "I'll take you inside."
His tone dripped with charity.
When we arrived at the front hall, all the invited relatives and friends were already there.
Mason walked half a mile ahead of me, holding Claire's arm.
The usher naturally turned to Claire and said, "The bride needs to be separated from the groom for a while."