My Runaway Groom’s Regrets

Amara’s POV

I shouted at them angrily, my voice echoing the whole cemetery. My tears suddenly rolled down on my cheeks as I stared at my mom’s grave. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Adrian glared at me, “Amara! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you causing a scene?!”

“No… you don’t understand…” I said, my voice trembling in my throat.

Adrian didn’t listen to me, he gestured to Mia's guards to continue digging. Then I stood up and tried pushing them away, “Stop! Are you guys deaf?!”

“Amara! What are you doing?!” Adrian snatched my arm and shoved me aside, he said, “Take her away…”

“I said, " No! I’m not leaving!” I glared at him and pushed him away with all my strength.

Mia stood nearby, tears streaming down on her face, “Why are you giving me hard time for no reason?!” she sobbed, putting on her naive expression again, “That grave has no name plate! What did you bother, Amara?!”

I can't even begin to tell them the truth. The events of the other day, the day my mother passed away, are still too raw. I took a deep breath while holding back my tears, trying to prevent them from falling slowly from my face.

Adrian barked orders to his guards. "Don't listen to her! Continue!"

His callous words ignited a spark of rage within me. In a single, swift motion, I lunged forward and grabbed Mia’s neck. "Tell them to stop, or I’ll put you in the grave now!"

Mia gasped for air, her eyes bulging in terror. Adrian rushed to intervene, but I held her hostage with a vice-like grip.

"Amara! Stop!" he roared.

With no other choice, he used his superior strength to pry my hands from Mia's throat. He shoved me back, his voice laced with fury. "Apologize to Mia!"

I scoffed, rising to my feet with defiance. "Why should I?"

Adrian stalked closer, his patience wearing thin. "If you don't apologize to Mia, I will stop paying for your mother's medication!"

The urge to laugh was a bitter one. What was the point of revealing the truth? He wouldn't listen; he wouldn't even believe me! Tears streamed down my face as I stood before them, a dam overflowing with grief. Even Adrian was clueless about what had gotten into me.

"Amara!" he screamed my name, glaring at me.

But I wouldn't budge. "Try me! I will never apologize to her!" I shook my head, my voice thick with emotion.

In fury, Adrian snatched his phone and dialed his secretary. "You leave me no choice, Amara," he muttered, his eyes locked on mine.

"Yes, sir?" his secretary answered.

"Joseph, I want you to cut today's medication bills for Amara's mother—"

A stunned silence followed. "Sir, there's no need to do that. Amara's mother passed away the other day, on your wedding day. I'll send you the grave's location."

The color drained from Adrian's face. Shame washed over him as his gaze met mine. His lips trembled as he said, "What did you say, Joseph?"

Mia gasped in the corner, she glanced at me without remorse, she even looked surprisingly happy.

"Sir, I've already sent you the grave's location. I'm truly sorry for your loss, Sir."

Adrian slowly lowered the phone, his face etched with shock and horror.

"Amara..." He whispered my name.

I was about to walk away but he stopped me, he said, “I didn’t know...”

I slapped his face, “Of course, you didn’t know. Mia needed you that day, right?!”

He pursed his lips, lowered his gaze, “I’m truly sorry for what happened to your mother...”

“Do you even know the reason why she died?!” My voice cracking as I stare at him in the eyes. “It was your fault! You killed her!”