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"Just give me one more chance. I promise I won't do it again!" Martin begged.Wrenley shot him a cold glance and yanked the pendant from around his neck.Without another word, she stormed out of the hospital and called Terry, ordering him to kick Martin out of the Quale residence and retrieve all the luxury gifts she'd given him.When Martin heard this, he hurried after her, but Wrenley was already gone. Furious, he slammed his fist against a nearby tree.…I held a simple funeral for Mom. As I stood before her cold, unfeeling gravestone, tears welled up in my eyes once again.Just then, Wrenley appeared out of nowhere and held out a tissue.When I ignored her, she said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Bowen. Can you forgive me? I've already kicked Martin out of the Quale residence. No one will come between us again. We can finally be together without anyone interfering."As she spoke, she handed me the pendant she'd taken back from Martin. "Put it on me, Bowen. This pendant was
At those words, Wrenley hung up and turned toward her car.She rolled down the window and said, "I'll come back another day and explain everything. Martin was in a car accident. I have to go check on him."After saying that, she slammed her foot on the gas. Her car disappeared from sight in an instant.I couldn't help but scoff bitterly before looking up as the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the western hills. I hugged Mom's urn and continued walking toward my hometown in silence.Wrenley sped all the way to the hospital.She hurried straight to Martin's room and was just about to push open the door when she saw him lounging comfortably in a VIP suite, playing games on his phone with his microphone on. A fancy fruit platter and several bottles of beer sat beside him.He didn't look like someone who'd been in a car accident at all. He looked more like he was enjoying a little vacation.Suddenly, a mocking voice came through his phone. "Martin, didn't you say your boss t
Wrenley said, "I'll ask Terry to arrange a proper funeral for Jasmine. It's the least I can do to make up for not getting back in time to see her one last time."I listened as she said those familiar words once more. She still sounded as confident as ever.Did she really think that simply lowering her head and showing a little remorse would make me forgive her instantly and forget everything else?I shook my head again and said, "Ms. Quale, I think I've made myself perfectly clear. We've already broken up. Could you please stop doing all these completely pointless things? All you're doing is making things more difficult for yourself. It won't change anything."With that, I walked around her and continued on my way.Wrenley grabbed my arm and snapped angrily, "Bowen, what exactly do you want from me? I've already apologized! What more do you want? We agreed from the very beginning about Martin! Everything I've done was part of my plan to discipline him and help you get even. Why wo
After a bumpy five-hour bus ride, I arrived at a stop beneath a towering poplar tree. Looking out at the scenery that felt strangely familiar, I tightened my arms around the urn."Mom, we're home."After getting off the bus, I continued walking. Transportation was inconvenient here, and the area was sparsely populated. There was only one designated bus stop in the entire township. My hometown was still more than ten miles away.As the sky gradually darkened and the sun sank below the horizon, I couldn't find a single passing car willing to give me a ride. Left with no other choice, I started walking home.Just like I used to when I was a child, I made my way back one step at a time.Just then, I heard a car horn behind me. Instinctively, I moved to the roadside to make room for the vehicle. But after revving up a cloud of dust, the car suddenly stopped right in front of me.I was caught off guard and inhaled several mouthfuls of dust. I coughed so violently that it felt like my
Wrenley screeched, "You must be lying to me! Did Bowen tell you something and get all of you to play a trick on me? I'm not falling for it!"With that, she turned around and stormed out, but the hand holding her purse was trembling uncontrollably.Deep down, she'd already accepted the truth. She just couldn't bring herself to believe it.The moment she stepped outside the hospital, she made a phone call. "Find out where Bowen is, and where his mother was transferred."With that, she hung up.Wrenley refused to believe Mom was really dead. After all, she'd received a call from me on the day she took Martin on vacation. She clearly remembered hearing me say that Mom's condition had improved and that she wanted to see her.She'd heard every word perfectly well. So, how could Mom suddenly be dead?In her mind, she kept telling herself this had to be fake. It had to be another one of my tricks.Before long, her phone rang urgently.A monotonous voice came from the other end. "We've
Wrenley froze, convinced she'd misheard Terry.She snapped back, "What nonsense are you talking about? Bowen's mother is still receiving treatment at the hospital. I know you've always been close to him, but that doesn't mean you should joke about something like this. Did Bowen say something to you? "You've always been levelheaded and capable of thinking for yourself. How could you suddenly believe his lies and make jokes about something so serious? Bowen called me just a few days ago and said Jasmine's condition had improved. How could she be dead? You must have been deceived."As Wrenley spoke, she became increasingly convinced that she was right. She had it in her mind that I must have influenced Terry and made him say such things.Terry hurriedly shook his head. He was so anxious that beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.But before he could explain, Wrenley ordered him to leave.Martin, who had been standing nearby, suddenly chimed in, "Could it be that Bowen regrets







