I finally managed to say a complete sentence.
The soup on the table was still warm, and the tempting aroma wafted into my nostrils.
Randall smiled and let go of me. I thought he believed me and showed a fawning smile.
But the next second, he picked up the big bowl of soup and splashed it at me.
2
Screams rang out. I knew I should dodge, but past experiences told me not to, or I would be beaten even worse.
I closed my eyes in resignation and said goodbye to my parents silently.
"Mom, Dad, I'm going to be beaten to death by the son-in-law you carefully selected for me today. Are you happy now?
"If you knew it would come to this, would you regret what you did back then? You forced me to marry him, saying that you'd top yourselves if I refused. Then when I asked for a divorce, you tried to dissuade me from doing so. You did everything for the so-called reputation."
I met Randall on a blind date.
My parents carefully selected him as their son-in-law, thinking that he was gentle, had a decent job, and was kind to others.
They soon urged us to get married, afraid that he would be taken away by another woman.
I told them to wait a little longer to observe him more.