Regretful After Losing Me

Yazmin, who was originally guilty towards me, changed her face.

She immediately protected Zaid behind her, her face full of anger, "Finn, have you gone crazy?"

I stared at Zaid and said, "You better watch what you say."

Zaid also felt wronged and said, "Is there anything wrong with what I said? If it wasn't for your grandma's fake illness and emotionally manipulating Yazmin, how could she have ended up marrying someone like you?"

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

She didn't answer.

But sometimes silence was also an answer.

Three months ago, my grandma was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer. At that time, she was already 75 years old. Her biggest wish before she died was to see me get married and not be alone for the rest of her life.

To fulfill my grandma's last wish, I begged and even kneeled to propose to Yazmin.

But Yazmin thought my grandma was pretending and just trying to force her to marry me.

Maybe Yazmin has always looked down on me from the bottom of her heart.

She was the young lady of the wealthy Charles family. I fell in love with her at first sight in college and pursued her relentlessly for four years.

Coincidentally, Zaid cheated on her, and Yazmin, heartbroken, finally accepted my four years of devotion.

I believed my sincerity had touched her heart, and I thought I had earned her love.

But I was merely Yazmin's second choice, a dispensable figure in her life.

When Zaid got drunk and called her crying, confessing his regret and saying he was wandering the streets at two in the morning, she immediately set out without hesitation. She said, "Finn, he's drunk; it's too perilous for him to be out there alone."

I felt a sense of emptiness as I watched her figure disappear into the distance.

In the three years we were together, she never took the initiative to introduce me to her friends, nor would she act coquettishly towards me. The only person who could receive her tenderness was Zaid.

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

Even in the eyes of outsiders, she and Zaid were childhood sweethearts.

She openly went out with him without any scruples!

If it weren't for my grandmother's limited time left and my kneeling and begging, she would never have agreed to marry me.

I looked at Yazmin disappointedly.

After seven years of loving her, I suddenly find myself lost in thought, wondering what exactly drew me to her in the first place.

Zaid was still stirring up trouble on the side, "Yazmin, take a look. Is my nose bleeding? I suspect that he tends towards violence, so you'd better stay away from him to avoid getting hurt."

Yazmin's attention immediately returned to him.

I used all my strength for that slap, and there was indeed a trace of blood on the tip of Zaid's nose.

Yazmin's face instantly turned dark, "Finn, apologize to him!"

"What if I don't?" I looked at her expressionlessly.

Yazmin looked angry, "Finn, you have disappointed me too much."

What I used to fear the most was disappointing her, so I had always tolerated and indulged her.

That was because I loved her so passionately.

But now I felt that nothing mattered anymore.

Zaid was unsatisfied with this, "Yazmin, my parents have never slapped me. Is an apology truly sufficient in this situation? I feel compelled to strike him back; otherwise, I won't be able to shake off this rage that's consuming me."

Yazmin glanced at me, trying to make me give in.

But I still showed no sign of surrender.

Yazmin was completely angry and decided to teach me a lesson.

With a gesture, she summoned two bodyguards who appeared out of nowhere and restrained me.

I smiled bitterly and didn't struggle, just quietly watching her.

Zaid walked up to me with a cruel smile and slapped me twice.

Blood flowed down from the corners of my mouth.

I remained silent, silently nursing my battle scars.

Yazmin said arrogantly, "This is what you owe Zaid. Now that you're even, I can forgive you if you apologize!"