Chapter 2 Unexpected 2
Her feet started to move before her mind even gave permission. She stormed down the aisle, her heels hitting the floor hard with each step. People turned to look at her, gasping, stepping aside quickly. Some even whispered louder now, trying to stop her, but no one dared to touch her.
She walked up the stage, her face filled with nothing but burning rage. Her eyes locked onto Vincent’s.
“What’s going on here?” she shouted, her voice loud and clear.
“Vincent, I demand an answer! What is this?!”
The music stopped. The clapping died. The whole room went quiet, as if someone had sucked the air out of it. Everyone watched, frozen.
Vincent’s face turned pale. His lips moved a little, but no words came out. He just stood there, holding the bride’s hand, too shocked to speak at that moment, too ashamed to look Megan in the eyes.
And then, the Bushman family arrived. Mr. Bushman, Vincent’s father, walked in first. His face was stiff like stone. Right behind him was his wife, Deborah Bushman, dressed in a rich blue gown, her necklace shining like she came to show off. And at the end came Jessica Bushman, Vincent’s sister, walking tall with a cold smirk on her lips.
All of them had already stood up from where they were seated, and now they began walking toward Megan. Some of them didn’t even hide their disgust. Deborah pulled a handkerchief from her purse and gently covered her nose. Jessica followed and did the same, like Megan smelled like a prison toilet.
At that moment, Deborah then remove the handkerchief from her nose. She slowly pulled it down with two fingers like she couldn’t bear the smell anymore. Her eyes squinted as if she was forcing herself to stay calm.
“I'm going to be very, very quick with my answer because you stink Megan. Like, you smell so bad.”
Deborah’s lips pressed into a tight line as she leaned a little forward. “Oh my God,” she muttered, turning her face sideways for air. “Why did you even come like this?
Why didn't you even try to take your bath before even coming? why do you stink this badly?”
She said it
aloud, not caring who was listening.
At that moment Deborah gave a light fake smile, placing her fingers gently on her chest.
“You’ve been locked up for five years, Megan, dear,” she said in a slow, mocking tone. “So maybe your brain doesn’t understand how things work anymore, hmm? So, I'm going to explain it in a very, very simple language that you will understand.”
She opened her palm and gestured toward the couple on stage. “As you can see clearly, my son Vincent is getting married to this beautiful young woman today. And yes, all of us the entire family support this decision fully.”
“Now that you're of what is going on, can you just turn around and just—”
However before she could finish the sentence,
At that moment, Jessica then uttered, “Mother, you are forgetting something.”
Jessica’s voice came sharp and fast, and she walked with long, firm steps toward her seat. Her dress swayed with every move, and her face looked serious.
she then immediately walked closer to where she's seated and brought out an envelope that said, “You are forgetting something. She’s supposed to sign this.”
Jessica bent down quickly, grabbed a brown envelope from her purse, and stood up straight. She walked back toward the front and held it in the air. “She’s supposed to sign this,” she said again.
Deborah gave a small laugh, snapping her fingers. “Ah! Yes! It totally slipped my mind. This smell is so bad it distracts me.” She looked at Megan again and waved her hand like she was chasing off a fly.
Jessica stepped forward and pushed the envelope toward Megan’s chest. “These are your divorce papers,” she said coldly. “Sign them. Now. And just get lost.”
At that moment, hearing what they just said, Megan’s mouth opened slightly. Her eyes began to water, but she blinked fast, trying to stay strong. Her hands trembled beside her.
she wasn’t expecting this from any of them.
She looked at Vincent, then at Deborah, and finally at Jessica.
“I… I thought I meant something to this family,” she whispered.
She remembered all the dinners, the hugs, the promises. It all felt like a lie now, she thought they actually took her in like a family,
She looked down at the envelope in her hand. Everything felt heavy: her chest, her legs, her heart.
At that moment, Megan then face Vincent. Her face was filled with so much pain, her jaw tight, and her eyes narrowed in disbelief. Her hands were shaking, but she didn’t care anymore.
“So this was all your plan from the beginning?” she said, her voice a little cracked, but full of anger.
Then she pointed at him with her trembling fingers. Her eyes stared deep into his face, searching for something, maybe shame, maybe guilt, but there was none.
“After everything that I did?” she continued. “After taking the fall for you… for you not going to prison?”