End the charade

Dinner had turned to a disaster in a matter of minutes and Nate was dragged out while he suddenly fell unconscious. I could feel my parents’ eyes on me and I could perceive the tension that had suddenly clogged the air. Jordan had the worse look so far with his gaze turning hard and his eyes burning anger so brightly, it was bound to frighten anyone.

“What is going on? What was he talking about?” my father’s voice rang loudly, breaking the silence that fell over us. I gritted my teeth and slowly turn my gaze to him since it was inevitable. Nate had said what he needed to say and it was left to me to either lie or tell the truth, the whole truth. Where was I supposed to begin from, the recent one or from the very day of my marriage to Jordan? I could not afford to imagine what it was like for him, the gaze, the look, the way my parents would perceive Jordan from now on.

“Will someone say something?” Father growled when it I gave him no reply. I could hear the anxiety in his tone and th