Chapter 1
In the fifth year of my love with Lucia Morgan, she finally agreed to let me take my mother to the old house for the Luminaria Festival.
My mother was very happy. In order to leave a good impression on her future in–laws, she dressed up carefully for the whole afternoon and wore a long dress that she had not worn for many years.
On the way to the old house, Lucia suddenly received a call from her childhood sweetheart, John Barton. She left us halfway and drove away in a hurry.
Less than a minute after getting off the car, my mother fell to the side of the road due to a relapse of her old illness of heat stroke and cardiac arrest.
I desperately called Lucia’s phone. Because there was an AED emergency device in the car, as long as she came back, my mother would be saved. But I called several times in a row and was hung up.
Finally, I finally got through, but her tone was full of impatience.
“Why are you so annoying? I told you to take a taxi by yourself. You don’t understand what I’m saying, right?”
“John’s old stomach disease has come back, I have to go see him quickly.”
“Please let your mom bear with it. I will apologize to her in person when we get to the Morgan Mansion.”
She hung up the phone directly after that. When I called again, it was turned off.
I hugged my mother, crying and watched her die in my arms.
An hour later, John updated his social media. He and Lucia stood in the courtyard of the old house and cuddled sweetly, each holding a snack in their hands.
“Celebrating the festival with the one I love the most is the greatest joy and happiness in my life!”
I felt as if I had given up hope and threw all the engagement letters and wedding rings I had prepared into the trash can. Then I liked and left a message.
“I wish you a happy Luminaria Festival and a long–lasting marriage.”
As soon as I left the message, Lucia, who had been turning off her phone, called me immediately,
“Gerald, what do you mean? John just posted an update on social media, why are you being so sarcastic in the comments? Also, it’s dark now and we’re going to have dinner soon.”
“John had an upset stomach, but he still forced himself to make his aunt’s favorite sweet and sour pork. Our whole family is waiting for you.”
“When will you and your mom arrive?”
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Hearing her questioning tone, I was surrounded by sadness and my heart was as calm as
dead water.
After my mother died, I thought a lot and saw through a lot.
I said lightly, “We won’t go, you guys can have dinner by yourselves.”
Lucia’s voice instantly rose several degrees, “Gerald, you’d better think it through! My parents invited you to dinner, the main purpose is to discuss our marriage. If you choose to go home because of a trivial matter, then I think it’s better not to talk about marriage.”
I nodded, “No.”
I took a deep breath, “Lucia, let’s break up.”
Lucia was stunned for a full ten seconds.
In the five years of love, we have had conflicts and quarrels. But I have never proposed to break up.
She couldn’t believe that this sentence came from my mouth.
Suddenly, John’s voice came from the side, “Lucia, my stomach seems to be a little uncomfortable again. Can you help me go back to the room to rest?”
Lucia said yes without hesitation and then said coldly to the phone, “Gerald, this is what you said.”
“Let’s just break up if you want to break up, just don’t regret it when the time comes.”
I didn’t say anything and pressed the hang–up button.
It had been a week since I finished my mother’s funeral alone.
In the past few days, Lucia had not called or sent a message. Her social media had not been active, but John updated it every day, more diligent than clocking in at work.
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