The guests were frozen in horror.
“…Once I’m on the title, I own half… We force a sale… and you and I live the way we wanted.”
Jason’s father, a strict, hardworking man, stood up slowly, looking at his son with horror.
“Making that schoolteacher fall in love with you was easier than stealing candy from a baby.”
Sarah’s colleagues gasped. Her principal, Mrs. Vance, looked at Jason with pure venom.
“She’s such a prude… boring as hell.”
“But she has a great condo. And that’s what matters.”
The video ended with them professing their love and exiting. The screen went black. The lights came up.
The silence was heavy, suffocating. Every eye was fixed on Jason and Jessica.
Sarah slowly slid her wedding ring off her finger. She walked over to the table where Jason stood, pale as a sheet, and dropped the ring onto his empty plate. It made a sharp clink.
“Here’s your ring, Jason. You are not my husband anymore. I’m filing for an annulment Monday morning. You will never be on the deed. You get nothing. Nothing but shame.”
“Sarah, wait, I can explain…” he stammered, reaching for her.
“Don’t touch me!” she snapped. “Get out of my house tonight. If your things aren’t gone in an hour, they’re going in the dumpster.”
She turned to Jessica, who was trying to shrink into her chair.
“And you. My ‘best friend.’ You can go too. Everyone here knows exactly who you are now.”
Emily stepped forward. “Yeah, Jess. Run along. Unless you want to hear what I really think of you.”
Jessica grabbed her purse and bolted for the door, head down, amidst whispers of “trash” and “home wrecker” from the guests.
Jason stood there, ruined. His father walked up to him.
“You… you did this for money? You used this girl?”
“Dad, listen…”
Smack.
The sound of the slap echoed through the room. Jason stumbled back.
“Get out of my sight,” his father said, voice shaking. “You’re no son of mine.”..
