When she saw me return, she stood up with red, swollen eyes, holding a bouquet of daisies in her arms.
I had thought, after being scolded like that, she wouldn’t come back.
“Corey, I came to see your mom. I want to apologize to her in person.”
I shook my head, indicating that it wasn’t necessary-my mom wouldn’t want to see her.
As I opened the door, Jade squeezed past me, rushing into my mom’s room.
She placed the flowers on the table and, trembling, reached out to touch my mom’s portrait. Tears streamed down her face.
With a thud, she knelt before my mom’s photo.
“Mrs. Richards… it’s all my fault. I’m the one who caused your death!”
She bowed her head, hitting the floor hard, again and again, until her forehead was bloodied.
I watched her performance coldly and spoke indifferently.
“Stop acting-it’s so fake.”
Jade froze, lifting her bloodied face, choking on her words.
“Corey, do you really have to be so confrontational with me?”
“Have you forgotten? Your mother’s biggest wish was to see us get married!”
I paused, sinking into memories.
My relationship with Jade was partly thanks to my mom.
It happened on a rainy day.
My mom, worried I wouldn’t have a hot meal after working overtime, took several buses to bring me dinner.
But while crossing a pedestrian walkway, she was hit by a motorbike running a red light.
My mom’s leg was broken, and the lunchbox she was carrying flew out of her hands, spilling into the rain.
She tried to call me, but her phone had fallen into a puddle and wouldn’t turn on.
The motorbike driver fled, and my mom could only sit there in agony, holding her injured leg.
It was a deserted road, and even on a regular day, not many people passed by-let alone in the heavy rain.
Just as my mom thought she might bleed to death, Jade appeared with an umbrella.
She immediately called an ambulance and then helped my mom contact me.
By the time I got to the hospital, my mom had already been taken into the treatment room.
The doctor said that, fortunately, she had been brought in quickly. Otherwise, if the cold had seeped into her broken leg, it might not have healed properly.
I was incredibly grateful to Jade. At that time, she was beautiful and kind-hearted.
Later, my mom invited her over for dinner, and that’s when we found out she had a tragic story-her parents had both passed away in an accident.
Jade, with tears in her eyes, told us that it was her birthday that day, and she thanked my mom for making a table full of her favorite dishes.
My mom, feeling sorry for her, said that if Jade didn’t mind, she could come over whenever she wanted.
From then on, she and my mom grew closer, and I gradually developed feelings for her.
Maybe it was my sincere devotion that moved her, and she finally agreed to be my girlfriend.
For the first two years, we got along well. Even when we fought, I would always try my best to make up with her.
But in the third year, when Ashton appeared, everything changed.
We started arguing more often. In the past, her tantrums didn’t bother me, but now, when it came to matters of principle, I was no longer willing to compromise.
My mom always advised me to cherish Jade, to talk things over calmly, believing that Jade didn’t really want to break up.
She once held our hands together and said, “You’ve come this far-it wasn’t easy. Don’t let your relationship wear down because of arguments. My greatest wish is to see you two get married…”
Yes, her greatest wish was to see us get married.
But if she had known Jade would later run away from the wedding, she would never have said that.
“Jade, let it go.”
“You were the one who betrayed us. Neither I nor my mom will accept you anymore.”
I sighed, my voice firm, as I walked toward my mom’s portrait.
Jade’s face turned ashen. She knew I wasn’t going to turn back.
“Corey, I’ll prove my sincerity to you.”
With those parting words, she rushed out the door, not caring about the blood covering her face.