I Got Married Without You

She didn’t answer Amelia’s video call. Instead, she reached out her hand and muted her phone.

In an instant, everything fell silent and time seemed to have stopped. It was so quiet that she could only hear the chirps of birds outside the window.

She was in so much pain and her blood was slowly seeping out, just like that when Erin bled to death.

A faint smile appeared on her pale lips. She finally realized how painful it was to wait for the blood to flow dry.

Instead of struggling, she relaxed her body and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. Her clear eyes slowly shifted to the sea outside.

Erin must have seen her from this position and knew she wouldn’t turn back. That’s why he didn’t finish writing his last words. He probably thought no one would bury him.

Tears gradually filled Stella’s clear eyes, mixed with a sense of relief. Memories of her entire life flashed through her mind.

She thought she would remember most of the moments involving Karen, but instead, the images that flashed across her mind were all about Erin.

For example, back when they were still little, Erin would follow behind her, protecting her from falling with his small hands.

her cry, he would secretly ask the old butler for macarons and place them on her

to her room after she fell asleep and sneakily kiss her without her noticing.

school, Erin couldn’t help but use a book to shield himself as he

now that Stella realized her first kiss was taken by Erin, not by those thugs.

smiled, tears streaming down her face.

in a black suit, walking towards her against the

front of her, he knelt down on

pie

next life, I’ll still

life. He didn’t immediately give an answer, but just

already been with me for 29

to meet her in the next life,

panicked, Stella tried to grab Erin’s hand, but she only grabbed emptiness. There was no Erin, just a figment of her

she let go of her hand. “Erin, if I say I still love you, can

even herself, unsure if there would be

to drain. Soon, her eyes

darkness, Stella saw her eighteen-year-old self holding a love letter, blushing, and approaching the