Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
In this world, no one loves me anymore. Can you love me again?
Seeing Anthony like this, Edith couldn’t bear it and reached out to wipe away his tears.
“We have a painful past. If we get back together, we will only separate again. I don’t want us to become enemies in the future.”
Once grudges formed in the heart, they became deeply rooted and couldn’t be easily removed.
Because of that, it’s better to end things here. At least we could leave behind a beautiful memory of the time we deeply loved each other… Anthony understood her meaning. It’s better to part amicably, without causing too much embarrassment. Perhaps they could still be friends.
He slowly let go of her.
“You’ve lost a lot of weight. From now on, don’t be picky with your food. Eat more.” Anthony raised his hand and gently stroked Edith’s hair. The gesture was slow, as if once it stopped, there would never be another chance.
And indeed, after this time, there wouldn’t be another chance…
Edith smiled through tears and nodded. “You too,” she said.
Anthony looked at her for a moment and then opened his arms again. “One more hug.” Edith didn’t hesitate and hugged his waist.
Just like before, after crying enough, she nestled in his embrace and wiped her tears on his clothes.
Anthony really didn’t want to let go of her in this state, but she didn’t love him anymore, not at all.
That girl who loved him like crazy, once pushed away, would never come back.
He remembered a line from a movie he watched before, “No one will wait for you forever.”
He worked hard to remove the labels and became a shining figure in the legal world, finally seen and recognized by her mother.
But she wouldn’t be able to see it because he was late…
Anthony smiled and turned all his reluctance into one final hug.
He used all his strength to hold her.
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
After their last farewell, they let go of each other, turned around, and walked away. From now on, their paths would never cross again.
Looking through the French window at the two people parting ways downstairs, Dylan shook the wine glass in his hand. “They broke up after all.” Andrew followed his gaze and glanced outside. His eyes flickered, but it was within his expectations.
“My sister has always known what she wants.” When she wanted something, she would do everything to get it. And when she didn’t want it, she would decisively let it go, whether it’s an object or a relationship.
Dylan raised the wine glass and took a sip, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You knew I would see it, yet you brought me here. What’s your intention?”
He’s about to marry Edith now. Shouldn’t Andrew be covering up his sister’s past at a time like this?
“Nothing can be hidden from you. It’s better for you to know in advance than to find out from someone else.” Andrew’s gaze fell on the figure that opened the car door and got in. “As for what you decide after knowing, whether to continue the marriage or not, it’s up to you.”
The smile on Dylan’s lips deepened. “My decision doesn’t matter. It’s all up to your sister.”
After saying that, Dylan looked at Andrew thoughtfully. “To be honest, your temperament suits my taste, but unfortunately, you’re a man.”
Andrew furrowed his thick eyebrows, his eyes filled with a hint of disdain. Dylan burst into laughter upon seeing his expression.
“I was just kidding with you. I’m attracted to women,” Dylan said.
Andrew’s face turned cold as he slammed the cup in his hand onto the table.
“The last person who claimed to be attracted to women ended up falling for my wife,” Andrew said.
“Hmm?” Dylan became instantly intrigued, leaning forward and uncrossing his legs.
“Who is it? Who dares to have feelings for your wife?” Dylan asked.
The man leaning against the couch glanced at him coldly, ignoring his question.
Undeterred, Dylan continued, “I bet your wife must be beautiful. That’s why you’re hiding her from me, isn’t it?”
Andrew understood what Dylan was referring to, but he didn’t bother explaining, dismissing him even further.
He withdrew his icy gaze and stood up. “You can see her after you successfully marry Edith.”
How interesting it was that he has to marry Andrew’s sister just to see his own wife. Quite a precious gem indeed. Watching Andrew’s proud and rebellious figure leave, Dylan’s lips curled into a smirk.
In the private room downstairs, Anthony didn’t return. Only Edith came back.
Paul noticed this and knew that they hadn’t reconciled.
After greeting Rosalyn, Paul grabbed his jacket and went after Anthony.
He thought Anthony would drive away, but instead he found him sitting on the slope, looking up at the sky.
Paul walked over and sat down next to him. “Did you tell her everything?”
Anthony nodded. Paul asked, “Did my sister forgive you?”
Beneath Anthony’s bloodshot eyes was a sense of pain. “She forgave me.”
Edith had forgiven him, but she no longer loved him.
Paul wanted to continue asking, but Anthony interrupted, “Paul, if you truly love Miss Miller, don’t wait until her feelings. fade away, you should go find her ASAP. Over time, that little bit of love she have will wither away.”
Paul was taken aback for a moment, stubbornly saying, “I don’t love her anymore!”
Anthony smirked and laughed, “Paul, ask your heart for the answer…”
Paul felt that Anthony was taking out his frustration on him because he couldn’t win Edith back. He didn’t bother paying attention and stood up to leave.
But Anthony’s voice reached him from behind, “Once you’ve investigated Jenny, hurry and give the evidence to Miss Miller.
Don’t drag it out anymore…”
Anthony no longer had anyone to love in his life, and he didn’t want his only good friend to end up in the same situation. “And also, once you win Miss Miller back, make sure to handle your parents. Don’t let her end up like me…”
After saying this, Anthony stood up and left.
