Fine. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Alright, if that’s the case, then we’re done. Just give me back the money I paid for the house.”
The bride rushed forward, furious. “Why should he give you anything? The house has already been transferred. It’s in our names now.”
She glared at me. “Looks like you’re the one who needs to leave.”
The crowd started whispering, casting judgmental looks my way.
I stood there, feeling like a complete fool, utterly alone.
I looked at the smug faces of James and his bride, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
“James,” I said, “I never realized you were such a good actor. You should’ve gone into drama.”
“I spent two years abroad taking care of your mother, and now, suddenly, our marriage was fake, and the house belongs to someone else?”
Suddenly, James' father burst out of the room, yelling at me, "Enough, Natalie! Haven't you done enough?"
His face was red with anger, like I was the one who had done something unforgivable.
He stormed over, slamming his hand on the table. “If it wasn’t for thinking of you, James would’ve never been tricked by you!”