Staggering away with my best friend by my side, I passed Quinn and whispered, my voice cold as ice, “Do you really think that without us, you can marry into the Huerta Family?
“You’ll be nothing more than a shadow, hidden, forgotten, never acknowledged.”
Quinn's face was suddenly filled with anger.
I left Huerta’s house with my best friend and went to the clinic to get our wounds treated.
Even when she learned that Jarvis had burned the marriage certificate, my best friend's face remained indifferent.
No one expected that our wedding would turn into our father's funeral.
My best friend and I both lost our mothers when we were children and our fathers were our only relatives.
So that time, we just want our only relative to return home as soon as possible.
I carried my father's ashes all the way back to the village to prepare for his funeral.
Even though we were far away from the Huerta Family, news about Garry and Jarvis still reached my ears and my best friend.
At the auction, Garry and Jarvis vied with each other to buy the jewelry that Quinn liked.
On the Internet, someone broke the news that Garry, Jarvis and Quinn were living together.