After Losing Me, She Regretted it

Emma, who originally still felt guilty towards me, suddenly changed her expression.

She subconsciously protected Mark behind her and looked at me coldly. "Dylan, what are you doing!"

I glared at Mark and said, "Watch your mouth."

Mark was aggrieved and said, "Is there anything wrong with what I said? If your mother didn't pretend to be sick to force Emma, how could she agree to marry you?"

I looked at Emma and said, "Do you think so too?"

She didn't answer.

But I got the answer from her eyes.

Half a year before, my mother was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer. She knew she wouldn't live long, and her last wish was to see me marry the person I loved and have a family of my own.

In order to fulfill my mom's last wish, I begged Emma and even knelt down in front of her before she agreed to marry me.

But she thought my mother pretended to be sick to force her to marry me.

Maybe she looked down on me from the bottom of her heart.

She was the cherished daughter and the only heir of the Halls. I fell in love with her at first sight in college and shamelessly pursued her for four years.

I followed her obediently, doing whatever she said and giving her whatever she wanted.

But after meeting Mark, I realized that she could be so gentle.

Mark could play with her, hold her hands and hug her.

He did all the things I wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

One time I hugged Emma from behind like Mark did, but she pushed me away with a cold face. "Dylan, don't do that."

I felt like I was slapped in the face in public and awkwardly watched her leave.

She never took the initiative to hold my hand. When I walked with her, I was always behind her. The only person who could walk alongside her was Mark, and she never refused to make physical contact with him.

Being with her, I had nothing except the title of her boyfriend.

Even in the eyes of outsiders, she and Mark were a couple.

If it weren't for my mother and my begging, she would never have agreed to marry me.

I looked at Emma with disappointment.

I had loved her for almost ten years. I suddenly began to doubt why I liked her in the first place.

Mark even stoked up her anger, "Emma, your boyfriend is so violent. Fortunately, you haven't married him yet."

Emma's attention suddenly returned to him.

I just used all my strength to slap him and his face turned red.

Emma's face suddenly turned ugly. "Dylan, apologize to him!"

"What if I don't?"

I raised my head with a stubborn expression on my face.

Emma suppressed her anger and said, "Dylan, don't make me angry."

To be honest, I had always been afraid of her. Every time she looked cold, I would subconsciously give in and directly admit my mistakes.

That was because I still cared about her at that time.

But now I didn't care about anything.

Mark was not satisfied and said, "I don't need him to apologize. He hit me and I wanted him punished."

Hearing that, Emma glanced at me, trying to make me give in.

But I still looked rebellious.

My attitude angered her, and she decided to teach me a lesson.

She signaled with her eyes for her two bodyguards to hold me down.

I didn't have the strength to struggle, nor did I want to.

Mark walked up to me smugly, raised his hand and slapped me several times.

Blood flowed from the corners of my mouth.

I said nothing and sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

Emma looked down at me and said, "The slaps are your punishment. Apologize to Mark now and I can pretend that nothing happened!"