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…

out that Stella really

realizing this, his body, which he had been forcing, suddenly slid down the

stained his clothes, pants,

raising his fingers covered in

is broken, it can’t

you too,

dull eyes and looked at the light refracting from outside the window, only to find that the light passed over him and shone elsewhere…

no strength left. He could only stay

of feeling death, images of Stella flashed through

despised

Stella would hide in corners, under trees, in

as an adult, Stella would deceive him with lies, always whispering

love? He had, but it was a bit

mind, after a dark lifetime, gradually returned to Stella’s

love letter, blushing and smiling, walking

I like you.

the teenager leaning against a tree and frowned disapprovingly at the cliché love letter

is it? You still write such old-fashioned

these words, Stella’s face turned even redder,

accept or

the love letter from Stella’s hand and

“I accept.”