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

On the day of my wedding, Martin Green called me, and I dropped everything, rushing to deliver a briefcase in my wedding dress.

But when I arrived at the hotel, I realized the bag didn't contain important documents—it held her medication. He had missed the wedding I had prayed for years to have, staying by her side, the one with depression. And he made me deliver her medicine. How ridiculous I was.

Walking out of the hotel, I learned that my critically ill mother had passed away on my wedding day. She never saw me get married. And I, because of a few pills, wasn't able to be by her side.

At that moment, Emma posted a picture of her and Martin holding hands on her social media. "Thank you for making me your only one. My heart is only for you too!"

I laughed, hugging my mother's urn. "Scumbag and wretch—perfect match!"

***

I didn't let the wedding go to waste. I just turned it into my mother's funeral.

Among the coming and going of guests, the stark white wedding dress felt somewhat out of place, but I guess it suited the mood.

Afterward, I sat in the crematorium all night.

Mom had lived her whole life frugally.

She loved cleanliness, disliked extravagance.

Her final resting place was nothing more than a simple white wooden box she had chosen long ago.

As the dawn broke, I wiped my tears and took Mom home.

I packed my bags simply, ready to take her back to our hometown.

Dad had been waiting for her for a long time.

Just as I finished, Martin entered the house, hand-in-hand with Emma, laughing as they walked in.

Martin froze when he saw me with my suitcase.

“Sofia, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was your wedding yesterday. I just felt so terrible. I wanted to die. It's all my fault, please don't be mad at Martin because of me!"

Emma glanced at Martin before rushing over to me, pressing on my suitcase, humbly apologizing.

As she spoke, she even pretended to kneel.

I didn't stop her, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss, unsure whether to kneel or not.

"Enough! Why do you always have to make a scene? She has already apologized to you. Do you really want her to kneel?"

Martin gently lifted her up and frowned at me.

Seeing him like this made me want to laugh. "Wasn't it me who delivered her life-saving meds yesterday? What if she did kneel? I deserve it..."

Emma's face turned pale.

Noticing this, Martin's expression darkened. "Enough! It was just a wedding. I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Make it up?

I looked at my mother's urn in my hands.

How could he make it up? With his arrogance?

"Martin, let's break up."