After Killing Her Mother, She Regretted it Deeply

I remembered taking her to my hometown to meet my parents and discuss the wedding date.

However, she was heavily disguised and only gave perfunctory answers to my relatives' kind questions. When a child touched her gently out of curiosity, Jane pushed the child to the ground, saying that he had stained her dress.

Indeed, she was a famous star.

Of course, no ordinary ones could be in her league.

But even when she came to my place, she ignored my parents' care about her, reluctant to talk more to them, only saying that she was too busy with work to get enough rest.

At the dinner table, she was so picky that she accused my mother of intentions to ruin her career and make her tied to having babies and doing domestic chores by fattening her up with such greasy and pungent meat.

My mother had no way to defend herself and could only remove all the dishes with meat. But Jane continued to say disdainfully that the vegetables were not fresh and must be topped with imported Wagyu beef. How would my mother know what kind of beef it was? She spent a lot of money on having someone get the beef for Jane but was rejected again with an excuse that the beef was not authentic. Then, Jane only stayed in my home for one day before she left in a hurry.

My mother was startled by Jane's outrageous behavior and cried in the kitchen, blaming herself.

I argued with Jane about what she did, but she didn't take it seriously and even blamed me for taking her back to my home, declaring that if it weren't for my insistence on taking her to see my parents, nothing would have happened.

I couldn't help but give a snorting laugh in a fit of anger.

Didn't I even have the right to bring my girlfriend home?

In this case, I thought it might be better for me to split up with her.

By contrast, Jane didn't care at all. She packed up her things and went on vacation abroad without hesitation, leaving me with nothing but a mess.

Her posts were all photos of her and Matthew on the beach.

During that period when she and I were giving each other the silent treatment, for the first time, I began to think about whether I should continue my relationship with Jane.

Nevertheless, my mother called to speak up for Jane, comforting me that Jane just failed to keep her temper under too much pressure as a superstar.

I was well aware that my mother neither loved nor disliked Jane but just loved me so much that she would care about everything related to me. Just because she could feel my love for Jane, she wouldn't let me get into a dilemma, no matter how terrible the injustice she was subjected to.

In the eyes of everyone else, a low-tier agent like me only intended to climb up the social ladder by hooking up with a superstar like Jane.