Orphaned on My Wedding Day for Her Love

After taking care of my parents' funeral arrangements, I finally gave up on Imogen Steele.

I'd loved her for seven years, but she had never once told me, "I love you".

I knew that, to her, I could never compare to her first love, Callum Grant.

All it took was one phone call from him, and no matter how far away she was, she'd drop everything and rush to his side.

In the past, I'd humiliated myself countless times, even getting down on my knees and begging her to come home. But she never budged.

This time, I simply couldn't love her anymore.

…

When I returned home, I found that Imogen had already come back. She was sitting on the couch, her brow tightly furrowed as she stared at me in silence.

I didn't even spare her a glance and simply continued packing my things. I didn't touch a single one of her belongings or leave a single thing of mine behind. If I'd decided to leave, then I was going to do it cleanly.

The moment Imogen saw my luggage, her expression darkened.

"What now?" she asked, her voice stern. "Are you trying to run away from home again?"

"This isn't my home anyway," I replied, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "It's yours, Ms. Steele."

"Jonas, what exactly are you trying to do? In the past five years, all you do is get jealous of Callum. That's the only thing you're good at."

The way Imogen said it made me sound like I was the one who'd cheated on her, but I didn't have the energy to argue with her anymore. I picked up my luggage and headed for the door.

Her face flushed with anger, her chest heaving as she stepped in front of me and pulled out her phone to send a message to the hospital director, Otis Langdon.

"Dr. Langdon, arrange for Jonas' mother to be moved into a VIP room," she ordered. "I'll cover everything. Use the best medication available."

Then she turned to me. "Is this enough now, Jonas?"

She clearly thought she'd done more than enough for me.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside. "Immy, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, but I missed you."

The door opened, and Callum sauntered in with a bag in his hand. When he saw me, he put on an exaggerated look of surprise.

"Long time no see, Jonas. Were you and Immy fighting?"

As he spoke, he shoved the bag into Imogen's arms and casually slipped an arm around her waist.

"Immy, you really need to be more careful next time," he chided. "You actually forgot to bring your underwear when you left, so I washed it for you and brought it back.

"Oh, and my stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Thanks for staying with me at the hospital on your wedding day. The doctor said I just ate something bad. It's nothing serious."

"Next time, just wash it at home," I replied evenly. "That'll save you the trouble of making the trip back and forth."

Callum shot me a taunting look, then immediately put on an innocent expression. "Immy, looks like Jonas got the wrong idea."

"Jonas, Callum and I are just like siblings," Imogen snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

So this was why she missed our wedding. Apparently, the dignity of our entire family meant less to her than Callum's upset stomach.

"Imogen, let's break up."

I stopped loving Imogen after my parents were driven to their deaths by the humiliation and heartbreak they suffered because of her.

Yet, the ridiculous part was that she still thought I was just being jealous and throwing a tantrum.

"Jonas, I'm exhausted. Can you stop this already?"