So I swallowed the explanation sitting on the tip of my tongue, pulled out the freshly issued marriage certificate, and tore it to pieces right in front of Harrison's face.
"If that's how it is, then today's wedding is off."
The sound of ripping paper cut through the silence.
As the certificate split in two, something complicated passed across Harrison's face.
I pulled the ring off my finger and threw it into his chest.
"Harrison Weiss, from today on, you and I are done. Completely."
Harrison clutched the ring and said nothing.
Greta let out a cold laugh:
"Anyone watching would think you were some kind of virtuous martyr!"
"Get this straight. You're the one who cheated on my son. If anyone's calling off this wedding, it's him, not you!"
"A tramp who's had eight abortions, dumped by my son for what she is. Who else would ever want you?"
"The betrothal gift? The property deed? The jewelry? Hand it all back. Every last piece!"
All of that was with my parents.
They rushed forward immediately:
"In-laws, how about you take a look at our younger daughter?"
My mother shoved Marilyn right in front of Greta.
"Sandra is dead to us. We'll disown her from the Cobb family today."