But I'm a screenwriter—I can throw words right back. I matched her insult for insult, and in the end, I came out ahead.
Ryan, stunned by his mother's agitation, turned to me and said, "Aria Campbell, how can you be so vulgar?"
I huffed, "I adapt to the situation. If you think I'm being rude, I can be polite and insult you more eloquently."
Ryan's dad rolled up his sleeves, preparing to strike. "You bitch! How dare you insult my son and my wife! I'm going to show you what's what."
Before he could reach me, my dad intercepted him, "My daughter isn't for you to discipline."
I took the opportunity to hide behind my dad and said, "Ryan isn't my man, and your family isn't my in-laws. Today, I'm making it clear—I'm done with Ryan, and this wedding is off."
I grabbed my parents' hands and said, "Dad, Mom, let's go."
Ryan blocked my path, "Aria, apologize to my parents."
I spat at him. "Ryan, with your parents looking to drain my family dry, you have the nerve to ask for an apology? I'm going to pack your things up and leave them at the gate. You can come by later to pick them up yourself."