I Got Married Without You

Before Erin passed away, Stella, who was on the speedboat, sat paralyzed on the ground with a blank mind, unable to gather her thoughts or even suminon the courage to turn around…

Henry, with his hands completely broken, endured the pain and reached out to cover her hand, saying, “Stella, don’t be afraid. Once we’re safe, I will send someone to save Erin…”

He could tell that Stella didn’t want to use the gun, but Erin had pushed Stella to this point with his outrageous behavior.

Stella quickly got up and walked towards the speedboat.

“Are there any medicine, knives, or bandages on the boat?”

She had to act fast and not waste any time. She needed to find these medical tools and quickly help Henry or else his hands would be useless.

Restless and anxious, she frantically searched through the things on the boat, appearing as if she was madly looking for tools, but in reality, even she didn’t know what she was looking for.

Henry’s eyes focused on her panicked figure and after staring for a while, he asked inexplicably, “Stella, do you still love Erin?”

Was it because of Erin that she felt so helpless?

Stella, who was rummaging through things, suddenly stopped. Without hesitating, she denied Henry, saying, “I haven’t loved him for a long time.”

she stabilized her mind and finally noticed the medical kit stashed in the corner, which was always

took out the useful hemostatic medicine and bandages, rushed to Henry, and quickly stopped his bleeding. Her trembling hands gradually

the shore, we’ll go to

and looked

“What about Erin…”

turned even

in medicine. He’ll be fine.”

genius since childhood, was already beyond comparison for both her

and medicine prepared. Erin

comforting herself, her heart sank, as if something

tightly, slowly turned her head and looked at

quickly reached the shore. Stella collected her thoughts and helped Henry onto the shore. She

was in the country Erin had promised to take her to when they were young.

the promise he made

his wrist, Stella suddenly came to her senses. She called a car and quickly took Henry

at the blood on her hands, unable to distinguish whether it belonged to Henry or Erin,

pair of custom-made shoes suddenly appeared before her eyes. She looked up from the shoes, following the pants, and saw a flawlessly beautiful face. The owner of this face had a pair of cold, snowy eyes,

“Mr. Evans…”

gaze distant, beyond her, towards the