I must have been blind to ever fall for such a spineless coward.
I swallowed my fury. "Jordan, I'm not marrying you. Let us go before my family gets here—or I can't promise what happens next."
Jordan hesitated.
Leon cut in fast. "Jordan, she's not even your wife yet and you're already letting her boss you around? What happens after the wedding—she gonna walk all over you?"
He was getting worked up now. "It's just the bride pickup! You can't even handle this? If you let her go now, what will people say about you?" He sneered. "They'll say your household is run by women."
The other groomsmen piled on, voices overlapping in agreement.
Jordan's expression shifted, wavered. He looked at me, torn.
"Luna, Mom said nothing can go wrong on the wedding day, or our future will be cursed. Just... just bear with it."
Looking at that pathetic face, everything became crystal clear.
This marriage was never going to happen.
I pulled out my phone.
Leon charged at me and smashed it to the floor.
"Trying to call for help again? Didn't expect you to have some fight in you."
Leon's lips curled. "How about this, Jordan—let's skip that last game. I've got a better one."