After Losing Me, She Regretted it

The moment my mother died in my arms, all the love I had for Emma was gone.

Emma thought I was jealous of Mark. "Dylan, can you be more sensible? The wedding can be held anytime, but Mark was injured, and I couldn't just ignore it."

"Can you be more sensible?"

That was the sentence Emma had said to me most often.

But how to be sensible?

Because Emma said Mark was her brother, I allowed him to appear in our relationship.

I allowed her to carry medicine for Mark, allowed her to meet him when I needed her the most, and allowed him to be in her heart.

But they ended up hurting me even more. I had had enough of the kind of life.

I looked at Emma coldly and said, "You can do whatever you want in the future. I won't care about you anymore."

After saying that, I pulled the luggage past her.

Emma finally noticed that something was wrong with me and pulled me back. "Is your mom dissatisfied with what happened that day? I can go and explain to her."

I suddenly felt it so ridiculous.

It had been so many days. If she had cared about me a little more and asked me, she would not have said such a stupid thing.

I pried her hands apart and said, "It's too late!"

I was used to being gentle and flattering in front of Emma. I had never been as indifferent as I was now.

Emma looked at my back and was stunned for a moment.

When she came to her senses and was about to chase me, Mark pulled her back.

"Emma, this is not your fault. If his mother hadn't pretended to be sick, how could you have been forced to marry him?"

My head buzzed.

By the time Mark reacted, I had already slapped him in the face.