At first, everything seemed fine. But less than five minutes after he sat down, he received a call and left, never to return. I didn't have to see his call log to know it was Solana. After all, he could always take him away with just one phone call. My mother, feeling sorry for me, didn't say anything, but she cried in bed that night.
That was the first time I considered breaking up with Travis. But looking at his face, I couldn't go through with it, so I held back the words that were on the tip of my tongue.
I knew my mother didn’t like Travis, and wanted me to look for my fated mate, but she kept silent because she didn’t want to make me unhappy. She held on for three months, just wanting to see me marry and have a family. But Travis didn’t show up that day. My mother and I waited from dawn until nightfall, and she finally fell into my arms and never woke up.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I pushed Travis away. "It doesn't matter anymore."
Seeing my indifferent expression, Travis finally panicked. At that moment, it seemed he could sense he was about to lose me.