He hesitated as if on the verge of saying something, but his brothers casually pulled him away.
"Enough, stop staring. Eliza will get jealous if you don’t hurry up! It’s the usual act: play the pity card and then pretend to be hard to get. Women always play those games and you’re just too naive to see it!"
"Yeah! Look at the mess you’ve made. You’re no kid anymore. How could you let her bleed so much? Lucky for you, Eliza’s generous and doesn’t fuss about it, unlike some people who donate blood and then start pushing for marriage..."
Their loud words were clearly meant for me, but I didn’t feel the heartache I expected.
Instead, a coldness crept into my bones.
The sunlight outside couldn’t warm me.
Watching them leave, I moved forward with the discharge process.
With Sebastian gone, I called a housekeeper to help pack my things.
The housekeeper froze when she saw the newly decorated wedding home, her voice full of surprise.
"Miss, all of this brand new wedding stuff and you’re just throwing it all away?"
"Hmm, the groom’s gone. It’s all useless now."
The housekeeper’s face softened with regret and she quickly apologized, trying to comfort me.