Chapter 5
Mason frowned. “I told you to design a dress for her personally. Where did you get this
mass–produced trash?”
“Designing a formal dress takes much longer than that. There wasn’t enough time.”
I knew he was deliberately making things difficult, but I still tried to defend myself.
“Don’t worry, this dress was designed by a former classmate from design school. He is now a very famous designer. It won’t disappoint.”
He immediately seized on my words, his voice suddenly harsh: “HE?! So you’ve been secretly
contacting other men?”
“Let me remind you, we’re still married.”
But I had no energy left to argue with Mason. I just kept moving toward the door, desperate to find
water and food.
While Mason grabbed my shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere until you explain yourself.”
During our confrontation, Kinsley had already opened the package. Suddenly, she let out a piercing
scream.
Hearing this, Mason immediately released me and rushed over. His eyes fell on the dress–which was somehow covered in large patches of blood.
Kinsley quickly complained to me tearfully:
“Aria, I know you’ve resented me for a long time, but did you really have to go this far?”
“I told you I’m attending this wedding with Mason for his reputation’s sake.”
“It’s bad enough you wouldn’t design the dress yourself, but to team up with your friend to humiliate
me like this?”
Her sobs sent Mason into a livid rage, and he barked at me sharply: “Aria, what the hell do you think
you’re doing?”
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But I was completely stunned.
Walking over to look, I was genuinely confused too when I saw the bright red stains.
“Before shipping, my classmate sent me a video of the dress. I personally selected this one. This couldn’t possibly-”
Before I could finish, Mason picked up the dress and slapped it across my face. “Then how do you explain this blood?”
I couldn’t dodge in time, and the blood stained my face.
Seeing my disheveled appearance, Kinsley wiped away her tears and added fuel to the fire with her deliberately pitiful tone:
“Mason, if Aria is so unwilling, I won’t attend the wedding with you.”
“You should go with Aria instead. After all, she’s your wife.”
Upon this, she turned to leave, but Mason stopped her. He then spun around and ordered me harshly:
“Apologize to Kinsley. NOW!”
Just then, a drop of blood trickled down my face and fell to the ground. I felt my dignity had been trampled on once again. But suddenly, I thought of something-
“Mason, the blood is still warm. If it had been there originally, it would have been cold by now since the package was delivered through freezing temperatures outside.”
But Mason had focused all his attention on Kinsley, with no interest in hearing my explanation. Without warning, he grabbed my arm and yanked me in front of Kinsley.
“Apologize, and I’ll let this go.”
When I didn’t move, he suddenly kicked me behind the knees.
Already weakened from three days without water, I collapsed directly to the floor.
As my knees hit the ground, pain shot through my entire body.
I tried to stand up to retrieve my phone–which had the video proof from my classmate–but I was
too weak to move.
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But Mason interpreted my struggle as defiance. His eyes blazed red as he growled, “I’ll say it one last time. Apologize.”
Finally, years of pent–up frustration finally exploded in an utterly uncontrollable burst, I shrieked with every last ounce of strength I had: “I did nothing wrong! Why the hell should I apologize?!”
“I’ve tried to explain everything to you, but you never believe me.”
“My mother saved Kinsley’s life, and you accused us of conspiring against her.”
“Now you suspect I’m teaming up with others to hurt Kinsley, Let me tell you, none of us have time for that nonsense.”
“If you don’t trust me, there’s no point staying together, Let’s divorce!”
The sudden burst of anger gave me strength to stand. I grabbed my bag hanging nearby and, right in front of them both, pulled out the divorce papers and the betting contract, throwing them in Mason’s face.
“Mason, I’ll say it one more time: I want a divorce. This isn’t a tantrum. This isn’t for attention.”
“I want a real, final divorce. Or are you chicken to honor your bet?”
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