He pointed a finger at me and angrily hurled his wineglass to the floor. It shattered, sending shards flying and cutting my hand. Tears rolled down my face.
It suddenly dawned on me that Mom’s words were wrong. Some people just didn’t deserve any kindness.
Wayne saw the blood on my hand and hesitated for a second.
But Gloria continued her tirade. “She’s making a scene over something as simple as looking after her in-laws. Imagine if word of this gets out. Our entire family will be laughed at.
“Your dad and I put everything we had into getting you through college, and this is what you do in return? Marrying a woman with no sense of propriety? It’s disgraceful!”
Michael and Gloria kept throwing insults my way. Wayne’s expression grew colder. When he finally looked at me again, there was no trace of warmth left in his gaze.
He seized my wrist and snapped, “It’s Christmas Eve, Melanie, and you’ve turned this whole thing into a disaster. You’re being completely immature. Apologize to my parents and Emily, now!”
I stared at him in disbelief. A chill began to spread through me.
He hadn’t noticed my injury, my tears, or how drained I was after cooking for the Coopers all by myself. He didn’t see how they’d been picking on me—and even worse, he was siding with them.
“What did you say?” My voice was shaky.
“Apologize to my family!” Wayne growled, his jaw tight with anger.
I snorted in fury, yanked my wrist free, raised my other hand, and slapped him hard across the face. The sharp crack rang like a gunshot, and the room went eerily quiet.
“I’m not apologizing for a damn thing!” I yelled.
The silence stretched for a few seconds before someone broke it with a clap.
Lucy, who had remained silent up until now, got up and made her way over to me. She threw her arm around my shoulders, clearly excited and overjoyed.
“I thought you were just some pushover who’d let them walk all over you,” she said. “But it looks like you’ve got some backbone after all. I like that.”
Lucy cast a steely glance at the Coopers, her hands pressed flat against the edge of the table as she continued, “Gloria’s right about one thing, Melanie. Everyone here is a Cooper, except for the two of us. Now, let’s make this a Christmas Eve to remember for the Coopers!”
