He was stunned for a moment when he saw me, then he glanced at the suitcase in my hand and frowned unconsciously. "Nicole, what are you doing?"
His tone sounded as if I was being unreasonable.
Qiana smiled at me innocently, but she held onto Bradley tightly as if to declare her sovereignty. "Nicole, I'm so sorry. My hand was cut that day, and Bradley came to take care of me. I didn't know it was your wedding day."
I looked at her and saw a small Band-Aid on her left index finger.
So this was the reason why Bradley left me and didn't attend the wedding?
I suddenly felt ridiculous.
In his heart, my mother and I were not as important as Qiana's finger.
"Bradley, I want to break up with you!"
The moment my mother died in my arms, all the love I had for him was gone.
But Bradley thought I was jealous of Qiana. "Nicole, can you be more sensible? We can have the wedding at anytime, but Qiana was injured, I couldn't just ignore it."
Could you be more sensible?
This was what Bradley had said to me the most.
But what should I do could be considered sensible?
Because Bradley said Qiana was his sister, I allowed a third person to exist in our love.