Suddenly, Winona laughed and taunted me, “Shall we see who George will choose between us?”
Following that, I heard her calling George on her phone. “G-George… I can’t… My stomach hurts so much! M-Mary, she… She still blames me, so she pushed me down… It hurts!”
I found the entire situation ridiculous and couldn’t be bothered with her any longer. However, I was abruptly shoved aside, and my hip hit the sink.
There was a sharp flare of pain..
“Winnie, are you okay?” George didn’t bother hiding his worry as he carefully picked Winona up.
“George, it hurts!”
I forced myself to endure the pain coming from my hip and exited the restroom, only to hear George shouting at me. “Marilyn Lithos, how could you be so wicked? I already told you I would marry you, so why did you still hurt Winnie?”
I looked over my shoulder, seeing an iciness in his gaze that I had never seen before. In his arms, Winona had a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
When the passersby spotted the pregnant woman in George’s arms, they instinctively sided with him. They shook their heads and commented, “How could she push down a pregnant woman? Does she have no morals?”
In that instant, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry or laugh more. I had been with George for so many years, yet it seemed he didn’t have even the slightest bit of trust in me.
Winona, probably thinking there wasn’t enough drama, continued to moan and whine about how much pain she was in.
George gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming red with anger.
“Marilyn Lithos, get out of my way! If you ever appear before Winnie again, don’t blame me for overlooking our past!”
Each word was like a cold bullet slamming into me.
I opened my mouth, wanting to explain, but when I met George’s hate-filled eyes, it was like a hammer had bludgeoned my heart. He had already deemed me guilty of something I didn’t do, and nothing I said would change that. It would only make me appear even more foolish.
I had originally thought that even if our relationship fell apart, it was built on the foundation of many years, so we would still know each other’s characters well.
However, at the end of the day, nothing could beat one single sentence from Winona.
Immediately, I became the subject of scorn for the crowd as they began cursing and scolding me.
Even the security guard was rough as he shoved me to get me out of there. I had clearly done nothing wrong, yet I was being treated like the vilest of criminals.
One particularly hard push from the security guard caused me to lose my balance, and I resigned myself to falling.
But in the next second, a pair of strong arms caught and steadied me.
The low voice of a man sounded in my ear. “Sorry, I’m late.”
