Three Slaps at the Wedding Chapter 4

Ethan walked over and whispered something in Rachel's ear. She immediately changed her mind.

"Mia, don't call the police!"

I decisively dialed the number. Rachel knocked the phone from my hand and fell to her knees in front of me.

Her anger from moments ago vanished. She began slapping herself repeatedly.

"Mia, you just want to hit me to vent, right? I'll hit myself! Can you please not call the police?"

She'd insisted on calling the police before, but now that I was actively helping her do it, Rachel suddenly didn't want to.

I examined her scrutinizing. "Rachel, what are you hiding from me?"

"Mia, you've been acting so strange today! You've been asking me since the dressing room if I'm hiding something. Aside from not telling you about the pregnancy because you can't announce it before three months, there's nothing else!"

"I haven't hidden anything else from you. Are you really going to torture me like this just because I didn't tell you about my pregnancy?"

The guests expressed sympathy for Rachel, many pitying her for having such a friend.

"Mia is so petty—attacking her pregnant best friend just because she wasn't told about the pregnancy."

I didn't care what they thought. I only cared about Rachel.

"You're still not telling the truth, so I'll just call the police."

Rachel frantically grabbed me, shaking her head desperately.

"Mia, I'm begging you. I really can't get divorced. If you call the police, my life is over."

"As long as you don't call the police, I'll do anything!"

She made up her mind and stripped off the entire wedding dress on the spot.

"You don't like this dress, right? I'll never wear it again."

Rachel, barely clothed, hugged herself and begged me. My parents couldn't stand watching me pressure her like this anymore.

My father walked over and slapped me hard.

"How could I have raised such an unreasonable, domineering daughter! If you keep acting crazy, when the police arrive, I'll report you myself!"

Mom ran up with a blanket to wrap around Rachel, comforting the frightened girl.

The murmurs from below grew louder.

"Mia is going too far. She can't just bully people because she has power and influence."

"Someone record this and post it online so everyone can see her ugly face!"

But they could only talk—Ethan's people had confiscated their phones.

Listening to the abuse, I felt increasingly calm inside.

Even the videographer I'd hired to record the wedding couldn't stand it anymore.

He supported Rachel. "Miss Robert, don't worry! I've recorded everything that happened today. We'll make sure you get justice!"

Rachel thanked him tremulously.

My mother helped her to the lounge. Ethan and his parents followed.

Once they left, more and more people criticized me.

Some even threw things at me. I couldn't dodge them all and was hit repeatedly.

Ignoring the mess, I calmly dialed the emergency number.

"Hello, I need to report something."

The police arrived quickly. They looked around and asked who had called.

I quietly raised my hand.

"It was me."

The officiant jumped in. "Officers, someone here has been assaulted."

The police looked at the food scraps hanging in my hair.

"Are you the one who was attacked?"

Rachel and Ethan had just emerged from the lounge hand-in-hand. Rachel's state was noticeably calmer.

I pointed at her. "She's the one who was hit."

They hurried over. The police asked, "Where's the attacker?"

"That's me."

I admitted it readily.

The police took notes, confused. "You called the police on yourself?"

Just as I was about to speak, Rachel cut in. "Officers, you came just in time. I want to press charges against Mia Song. She slapped me twice."

"She ruined my wedding!"

For the next ten minutes, Rachel tearfully described how I'd inexplicably hit and humiliated her at the wedding.

The police's glances at me grew increasingly contemptuous.

"Officers, you have to help me! I'm going to sue Mia until she's bankrupt. I want her to pay the price she deserves."

Mrs. Grant stood behind Rachel. "My daughter-in-law is right. We can't let her get away with this!"

I nodded unconsciously.

The police began questioning me. "Why did you assault her?"

I looked at the white wedding dress lying on the floor, furious.

"You should ask Rachel why she chose this white wedding dress!"

Rachel's emotions surged. "What's wrong with a white dress? Are you really going to be so cruel to me over a wedding dress?"

The police also detected something off.

I seemed particularly fixated on this white wedding dress, having emphasized it several times.

"Is there something special about this white dress?"

I nodded. "The problem is with this white wedding dress."

Rachel had no words for me. She screamed in collapse. "Just arrest Mia already! I don't want to hear her nonsense anymore!"

The police expressed understanding and pulled out handcuffs.

"Wait."

I voluntarily raised both hands in a non-resistant posture.

"You can take me away, but I have one question for Rachel first."

"Rachel, do you remember our promise?"

Rachel covered her mouth, choking up. "From the moment you slapped me, you stopped treating me as a friend. Whatever promise we had doesn't count anymore."

I laughed until tears came, utterly certain as I raised my hand.

Slap!

The third strike landed.