I Got Married Without You

As Erin watched the figure standing in the light, he thought Stella was scared. She forced herself up from the ground.

“Stella, turn around.”

Upon hearing his voice, Stella couldn’t help but turn her head. She saw Erin, who had put on a jacket and had a relaxed smile on his face.

“You didn’t kill anyone, so I won’t be in trouble.”

Afraid she wouldn’t believe him, Erin, with his bloody body, walked towards her.

“I’m a doctor, I can stop the bleeding myself…”

He raised his large hand, filled with deep affection and reluctance, and touched Stella’s face.

“Don’t be afraid, let’s go…”

Stella looked at him, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly made up her mind. She turned around, grabbed Henry’s hand, and quickly walked out of the room…

As the door opened, Stella, covered in sunlight, felt no. warmth, only stiffening her body. She held onto Henry and ran downstairs…

When Henry left the mansion, he glanced in the direction of the top floor and happened to see the man standing in front of the French window. She couldn’t make out his expression or whether he would die, but she felt that the gates of hell should no longer open to Stella…

As he watched the couple board the speedboat, Erin thought that Stella might turn back and look at him, but she never did…

turned out that Stella really didn’t

he had been forcing, suddenly slid down the glass.

blood stained his clothes, pants, and the carpet on the

the glass, raising his fingers covered in blood, and touched his

broken, it can’t be

you too, and we’ll call it

lifted his dull eyes and looked at the light refracting from outside the window, only to find that

to crawl under the light with all his might, but he had no strength left. He could only stay in

death, images of Stella

after him, regardless of whether he disliked or despised her, she was

trees, in rooms, everywhere in the Simpson family,

deceive him with lies, always whispering in his ear, “Erin, I

experienced love? He had, but

a dark lifetime, gradually

letter, blushing and smiling, walking up to

you. Can we be together?”

a tree and frowned disapprovingly

still write such old-fashioned love

turned even redder, even her

do you accept

from

“I accept.”