Chapter 3 No.3

"What did you tell me last night? You said you wouldn't marry anyone but me, but what are you doing now? You left me alone to face all those guests. How do you expect me to stay calm?"

I finally lost my composure.

But Brendan just glared at me.

"Eleanor, when did you become so unreasonable? The wedding can be rescheduled, but Marina couldn't wait. If I hadn't made it in time, she really would have died."

"Ha ha."

I laughed bitterly, realizing just how disgusting guilt tripping could be.

At this point, I didn't want to say anything more.

Because I suddenly realized with absolute clarity that Brendan and I were from two different worlds. Saying anything more would just be humiliating myself.

"Then let's end it here."

With that, I turned and walked away without looking back.

As I reached the door, I heard Marina start to cry. "Brendan, I'm fine now. You should go after Eleanor. Don't let me ruin your relationship with her."

Brendan sat back down next to Marina, his tone unreadable. "No need. If she wants to leave, let her. Just don't come begging me to reconcile later."

He said that for me to hear.

Because in the six years I loved him, I was always the first to apologize after every argument.

Back then, I truly loved him, and I naively believed he loved me too.

So, I was willing to swallow my pride for love.

But now...

Damn it! Brendan, you and your little girlfriend should go to hell!