The day before my wedding, my mother's condition suddenly deteriorated.

Before she passed away, she wanted to see my fiancée Bella Evans and I standing in front of her, united in marriage.

I held back my tears and called Bella, but she coldly told me not to disturb her. Holden Brown was in a bad mood and they were drinking.

I begged Bella to come to the hospital, but she scolded me.

"James, don't think I don't know your tricks. Put away your jealousy and don't vie for favor in front of me."

"If you bother me again, I will cancel the famous expert you want to invite."

"You surely don't want Aunt's treatment to be delayed, do you?"

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Bella thought I was being unreasonable, but only I knew how precious time was.

That famous expert was authoritative in the country, but he was not God and couldn't determine life and death.

My mom didn't have time.

"Bella..."

I just called her name and she rudely interrupted me.

"James, I'm busy here. Holden is calling me."

"The wedding has to be postponed for a while. I have already informed the wedding company."

"I'll go see Aunt after I finish my work."

A busy tone came from the phone.

Bella hung up the phone as always.

Holden was the more important person and I didn't deserve it.

I wiped away my tears and returned to the ward.

On the way, I forced a smile and was ready to deceive my mom that Bella was busy with work and would be here soon.

Just as I entered the ward, the nurse said to me.

"Mr. Martin, please accept my condolences."

I held my mom's hand and cried until I fainted.

Mom, I was unfilial and didn't fulfill your last wish.

After getting the death certificate, I waited for the hearse from the funeral parlor.

My phone buzzed.

Could it be that Bella had a guilty conscience?

I opened my phone and found that Bella had posted an Instagram post.

It was a photo of Holden's sleeping profile.

"Goodnight, my boy."

"Today is the darkest day of your life, losing your loved one forever."

"May you soon emerge from the haze."

Holden's loss of his pet was the loss of his love forever.

And what about me? I lost my mother who raised me.

Was I so despicable?

Arriving at the funeral home, I quickly completed the procedures.

Mom was lying in the coffin, her eyes forever closed, never to see again.

Speaking of it, my mother had only seen Bella twice. The Bella she knew was based on my description.

I told my mother that Bella was too busy, but she actually wanted to come to visit you.

I had said too many times that even I believed it.

I handled all the work of Bella's company.

From company development planning, to operations, to cost control, to personnel management, I took on all the work.

Bella only needed to stand on the stage beautifully, enjoying the praise of the crowd, becoming a star entrepreneur, attending various occasions, and sharing entrepreneurial experiences.

I hid in the company, silently expanding the company's scale by dozens of times.

I was willing to do all this.

The first time I saw Bella, I fell deeply in love with her.

Bella was so outstanding in the crowd, extremely dazzling. Anyone beside her would be overshadowed.

I didn't expect Bella to be with me, so I cherished her even more.

In order to get the investment, I could kneel in front of the investor's door for three days and three nights.

In order to sign the contract, I could drink with the clients until I vomited blood, and then went back with an exhausted body to work on the proposal.

In this relationship, I neglected my own existence and even mistreated my family, so much so that I didn't even notice that my mom was seriously ill.

My mom's illness was already in the late stage when I found out.

Mom should have felt that I gave everything for this relationship, but she didn't say anything because she knew that I loved Bella and she respected my choice.

Touching the coffin, I wanted to go back in time and slap myself hard to wake up.

After setting up the funeral parlor, I sat on the sofa and sent messages one by one, canceling the engagement. As the groom, I didn't invite many guests, only ten, and they would sit at the farthest table from the stage.

It was not that I didn't want to invite many friends, but Bella didn't allow it. She said she invited people with status and reputation, while the people I invited would be embarrassing.

She was particularly generous with this table.

I agreed to such outrageous requests. Why did Bella ignore my small request?

Bella, you were heartless.

"Mr. Martin, I'm sorry, there is no hall available."

The next day, the staff at the funeral home told me some bad news.

"I've already booked the smallest hall you have here. Why do you say there's no more hall?"

I was anxious.

My mother passed away and I wanted to have a small memorial service.

Those guests who couldn't make it to the wedding could come for a posthumous farewell.

It sounded like a joke from hell.

"You did make a reservation, but there was a special circumstance. Someone booked all the halls. Would it be okay to reschedule you for two days from now?"

When a person died, it was important to bury them in the ground for peace, preferably on an auspicious day.

How could I wait for two days?

"Can I ask who booked the venue?" I didn't want to give up. I was going to beg the person who chartered the venue to give me a little time so I could send my mom off.

The staff hesitated for a moment, "I shouldn't have said this, but I see that you work at Evans Company. The person who booked the venue is Ms. Evans from your company."

Bella booked the venue?

Was she making such a big deal in order to hold a memorial service for a dog?

Just then, I saw a man and a woman walk in. They were very intimate, and sure enough, they were Bella and Holden.

Holden looked surprised when he saw me, "James, what are you doing here? Are you following us?"

Bella looked at me coldly, "James, I'm only postponing the wedding date. Are you so small-minded? Can you be a little more generous?"

"Holden is feeling so bad. Don't make it worse. Leave immediately!"

"Auntie also needs your care!"

So she didn't know anything.

Bella.

Right, her attention was all on Holden. How could she notice what happened to me?

My mother had passed away.

She didn't need any care or expert.

I held back my anger and slowly said, "Ms. Evans, did you book this venue?'"

Bella snorted, "James, what do you want to say? That I'm spending money recklessly? This money is from my own pocket, not the company's account."

"Holden has many fans. His beloved dog passed away, and many fans came to pay their respects. We need a venue."

Bella misunderstood. She thought I blamed her for using company money to support Holden's idol career.

I did say before that because Bella spent too much money. Holden became popular with her money, which caused the company to operate poorly.

Bella always confidently asked me back every time.

She had long forgotten that her money was earned by me.