When Love Doesn't Have To Be Together

It was my wedding day. I wore a beautiful wedding dress, put on exquisite makeup, and waited for my groom, Tristen Felix, with great anticipation.

I waited for a whole day, but he never showed up. I called him countless times but got no answer.

Just like that, I became a joke in front of my family and friends.

My mother, who had heart disease, couldn't bear it and died of a heart attack that day.

At the same time, Tristen's first love, Wesley Linch, posted: [You are always there for me when I'm down. It's so great to have you!]

The accompanying picture was an intimate photo of the two of them with their faces touched.

Trembling all over, I took a screenshot and sent it to Tristen. "Is this the reason why you missed our wedding?"

It wasn't until my mother was cremated and buried that Tristen finally responded,

"We can get married any day, but she can't live without me."

"Tristen, let's take a break."

After sending the last message, I blocked Tristen.

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I pursued Tristen for two years and was with him for five years.

Those seven years were the best of my life, during which Tristen was everything to me.

He mentioned that he liked girls with short hair. Then, I cut my hair, which I had kept for years, short without hesitation.

He said he didn't like girls who were too chubby, so I kept my weight below 99 pounds. To keep fit, I didn't dare eat anything sweet, even when my blood sugar level became low.

He also told me that girls should be independent. Therefore, I didn't dare ask him to accompany me to the hospital when I was seriously ill and needed surgery. I was simply afraid that he would think I was being pretentious.

I had compromised for so many years just to please Tristen. I changed myself according to his preferences. I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, he would see what a great girl I was.

But it wasn't until I saw Wesley that I realized I had become a shadow of hers.

Tristen would drop everything he was doing whenever Wesley called him. He would tell me, "You're an independent girl. So, you'll be okay alone, but Wesley won't. She needs me."

Me pretending to be strong became an excuse for Tristen to ditch me and go to Wesley again and again.

After blocking Tristen, I knelt in front of my mother's grave and wiped her tombstone.

My father died when I was little. So, my mother raised me alone. She gave up everything for me.

Her biggest wish was to witness Tristen and me getting married.

But I failed to fulfill her wish in the end.

I felt sorry for her.

I stayed at my mother's grave for a long time.

Before I had walked far, I saw Tristen coming over, supporting Wesley.

The latter had an urn in her hands. She looked tired and fragile.

"Tristen, this place is close to my home. If I bury my boy here, it's just like that he never left."

The boy that Wesley spoke of was a Teddy dog she adopted some time ago.

I was about to pass them, but Tristen noticed me at a glance.

He stood in front of me, looking solemn. "Are you following me?"

Tristen was clearly unhappy. We were at a cemetery, and people wouldn't come here for no reason. My appearance made Tristen think that I was following him.

I had no mood to talk to him. So, I turned to leave.

But Wesley stepped forward immediately, saying softly, "Natalie, my son died of illness. Tristen felt bad for me, so he stayed and helped me with my son's funeral. Please don't take it the wrong way."

Wesley sounded sincere, but her eyes told me she was gloating.

"Oh. You've got such a great boyfriend there."

Tristen frowned slightly. "Natalie Skye, can you be a little sympathetic? Angel died, which is quite a blow to Wesley. Why do you have to speak so sarcastically?"

Tristen couldn't wait to speak out for Wesley, fearing the latter would feel uncomfortable with my words.

I didn't want to argue with them, and I couldn't sympathize with Wesley.

I was tired.

"It's really not necessary. So, I'm leaving."

I walked right past Tristen and strode away.

Seeing that I didn't refute and left resolutely, Tristen was stunned for a moment.

Coming to his senses, he immediately caught up with me. "It's been so many days. Are you still upset because I missed the wedding?"

He made it sound as if it was someone else's wedding, and my being upset was simply unreasonable.

That was Tristen, indeed. Things important to me were never a big deal to him. He could make any mistakes without feeling bad because I would always forgive him.

"It's all in the past."

I spoke coldly without looking at him.

"Wesley didn't take it well when Angel died. I was worried that she might hurt herself. So I missed the wedding. I hope your mother isn't mad at me. Can you apologize to her for me?"

So many days were gone. If Tristen had cared for me even for a little, he would have known that my mother passed away, but he didn't.

"There's no chance."

After saying this, I left.

Tristen reached out and held me. "Okay, it's my fault this time. But your mother has always treated me like her own son. She will definitely forgive me. Natalie, let's reschedule our wedding, okay?"

Perhaps he noticed that my attitude was different. Tristen finally deigned himself to please me.

If my mother hadn't died and everything was fine, he might have moved me and made me forgive him.

But now, it was too late.

"I won't marry you."

I shook off Tristen's hand, completely ignored him, and left resolutely.

As if sensing that he was about to lose me, Tristen took out his phone and called his assistant.

"Corey, help me send a gift to Natalie's mother as an apology, and tell her that I will give Natalie a grand wedding in two days."