When I Broke Up with Him, He Understood that He Loved Me

I saw a flash of triumph in Emma's eyes.

Yes.

She had won. I didn't want Martin anymore.

She could have him.

"Sofia Smith, can't you be more mature?"

Martin shook his head in disappointment. "As the future Mrs. Green, can't you be a bit more forgiving? Don't you know how fragile people with depression are? They can easily give up on life."

"What's more important than a life?"

His words were so ironic coming from his mouth.

"Well, you're right."

I said, tightening my hold on my mother's urn. I stood up to leave, not interested in continuing the conversation.

Seeing me like this, Martin seemed flustered.

In his world, I had never dared to treat him like this.

But now, he had Emma by his side.

Emma, noticing how protective I was of the urn in my arms, quickly stepped in front of me, pointing at it.

"Martin was talking to you. What's in there that's so important?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

I brushed her hand away.

She wasn't worthy of pointing at my mother.

"Ah!"

Emma dramatically clutched her hand and looked pitifully at Martin.

"Sofia, you've really disappointed me. Where's Auntie? I think I need to have a talk with her about our wedding plans."

Martin held Emma protectively, his eyes scanning the room.

"She's not here."

I found it absurd.

Mom had already turned to ashes, and he still didn't know.

"Not only did you cause a scene, but you even took Auntie away. Don't you know how sick she is?"

Martin frowned at me, his eyes full of disappointment.

I sneered without a word.

"Could it be she's not sick at all?"

Seeing my silence, Martin's tone turned cold.

"I told you she s been tricking you, Martin. Pretending to be sick to trap you, now planning to run away. All to force you into marrying her!"

"Look, the old woman even taught her daughter how to manipulate you, and now she's disappeared, trying to guilt-trip you!"

"She took advantage of your family's downfall back then, and now..."

At this time, Emma seemed to have discovered something and started to make a noise.

"Bang!"

Before she could finish, I stepped forward and slapped Emma across the face.