And the bottle of wine on the table had a label that read $1888.
A fruit plate cost $288.
I took a step forward, but Ryan covered his mouth.
"Don't come any closer! Riley, if you have a problem with your brain, go to the hospital. You're just adding to my..."
Ryan was stunned, squinting his eyes, trying to get a clearer look at the photo on the urn.
"Bang!"
Ryan punched the wall and came over to grab my collar.
"Riley, how dare you curse my mother! She treats you so well!"
Rachel also stood up, looking at me with disdain.
"I know you want Ryan to accompany you, but you can't use such despicable means."
Ryan started poking my shoulder with his fist.
"Riley, you curse her just because she's not your mom? Why don't you say your mom is dead?"
"Slap!"
I slapped Ryan hard.
Everyone stared at me in shock.
After all, the obedient and gentle wife who never fought back or retaliated actually had a time of resistance.
"You dare hit me?"
Ryan covered his face.
"You fucking dare hit me!"
Everyone around us looked menacingly at me.
All I wanted was to escape.
"Ryan, let's get a divorce," I said.
"Divorce! Right now! Leave, get out of here!"
I handed the urn to Ryan, but he dodged it.