My mother's biggest wish before she died was to see my fiancée, who was an A-list actress.

I called her, but she said that she was busy with work and that coming to the hospital would not only be a waste of her time but would also make it easy for her to be photographed by paparazzi.

In the end, my mother didn't get to see her and left me forever with regret.

I knelt before my mother, heartbroken. However, when I turned on my phone, all I saw were posts with the trending hashtag "A-list actress sped to a pet hospital late at night".

In the video, she was keeping her dream hunk company in the pet hospital, busying around.

During my most lonely and helpless time, my fiancée was with another man.

I sent the video to my fiancée with trembling hands and questioned her, "Didn't you say you were busy with your work and were afraid of being shot by paparazzi?"

It was not until my mother's burial that she finally explained to me, "His dog was everything to him. He would have died of grief if I didn't keep him company that day!"

***

I was not surprised that Jane Hardy could give up her everything for Matthew Jones.

But it hurt me.

What hurt was that after ten years of my devotion to her, she was even unwilling to see my mother for the last time.

My heart was torn apart and would never heal.

"Let's break up!"

I replied to her message flatly and firmly before I blocked her.

If Matthew's dog meant everything to him, then my mother was my life.

I met Jane for the first time at a filming site.

She played supporting roles in works starring C-listers. Her stunning look, superb performances, and especially the seriousness with which she treated her work deeply attracted me.

At that time, I was already a known agent in cooperation with several A-list or B-list stars who had risen from D-listers.

Jane came to me.

She said, "I have feelings for you. May I invite you to walk with me to a brighter future through a way full of thorns?"

I agreed and became a brave warrior who cut down all thorns for her on her way to becoming a top star.

To get her a role in a famous director's work, I knelt at the door of the casting director's home for two days and a night.

She lived up to my expectations and got noticed by a wider audience with her performance in this role. Then, I quickly went around pleading with producers to get her some remarkable roles and opportunities to participate in variety shows.

Eventually, Jane became a star in the limelight. Numerous advertisements and commercial activities earned her a fortune as she was honored as one of the four top young actresses. In just three years, she became an A-lister.

On this road to her fame, I would drink with investors until my stomach bled and endure all kinds of humiliation to beg them to give her opportunities.

I sacrificed all my youth and dreams for her.

However, all these efforts were only rewarded with the reply that coming to the hospital was a waste of time and would allow the paparazzi to photograph her easily.

But he could have driven to the pet hospital late at night without even caring about running a red light and becoming a hot topic!

Three years of sacrifices I made for her became a complete joke.

After kneeling in mourning for my mother for three days, her ashes were finally buried.

I lost my mother forever and let go of my obsession with Jane.

I once thought that I couldn't survive for even a single day without her.

But now, I could get over everything about her.

Following my mother's wishes, I handled her funeral and buried her in the same grave as my late father.

I had a long talk with my mother, sharing my inner thoughts.

In the past, to help Jane become famous, I seldom went home and didn't even know my mother was frequently hospitalized. I didn't realize my mother had been suffering from severe pain until the hospital called me and told me that she was dying.

What an undutiful son I was.

At the thought of this, I became more determined to let go of Jane.

Just as I was about to leave the cemetery, I unexpectedly ran into my fiancée Jane and Matthew, the handsome hunk in her dreams.

"Jenny, do you think Snowie will like it if we bury him here?"

Matthew asked Jane, holding an urn in his arms.

With a black mask covering her face, Jane's striking looks were still visible.

Hearing Matthew's words, she touched the urn and kept blaming herself.

"If I had arrived earlier that day, Snowie wouldn't have died."

Right. She would run red lights late at night for the sake of her dream man's dog, regardless of whether she would be captured on film by the paparazzi.

However, she was unwilling to come to the hospital to see my mother for the last time.

One could easily tell whom she loved.

I turned around and intended to find another way to leave.

But Jane had already seen me.

"Yannick Chambers, why are you here?"

She asked questioningly, knitting her brows unconsciously.

Jane suspected that I was stalking her, which was a habit she kept after she rose to fame.

She seemed to have turned into a different person after she became a popular star.

She had changed to a stranger to me, no longer lively and innocent, and would no longer smile at me.

She became so distant that there was impatience in her eyes when she talked to others.

I remembered taking her to my hometown to meet my parents and discuss the wedding date.

However, she was heavily disguised and only gave perfunctory answers to my relatives' kind questions. When a child touched her gently out of curiosity, Jane pushed the child to the ground, saying that he had stained her dress.

Indeed, she was a famous star.

Of course, no ordinary ones could be in her league.

But even when she came to my place, she ignored my parents' care about her, reluctant to talk more to them, only saying that she was too busy with work to get enough rest.

At the dinner table, she was so picky that she accused my mother of intentions to ruin her career and make her tied to having babies and doing domestic chores by fattening her up with such greasy and pungent meat.

My mother had no way to defend herself and could only remove all the dishes with meat. But Jane continued to say disdainfully that the vegetables were not fresh and must be topped with imported Wagyu beef. How would my mother know what kind of beef it was? She spent a lot of money on having someone get the beef for Jane but was rejected again with an excuse that the beef was not authentic. Then, Jane only stayed in my home for one day before she left in a hurry.

My mother was startled by Jane's outrageous behavior and cried in the kitchen, blaming herself.

I argued with Jane about what she did, but she didn't take it seriously and even blamed me for taking her back to my home, declaring that if it weren't for my insistence on taking her to see my parents, nothing would have happened.

I couldn't help but give a snorting laugh in a fit of anger.

Didn't I even have the right to bring my girlfriend home?

In this case, I thought it might be better for me to split up with her.

By contrast, Jane didn't care at all. She packed up her things and went on vacation abroad without hesitation, leaving me with nothing but a mess.

Her posts were all photos of her and Matthew on the beach.

During that period when she and I were giving each other the silent treatment, for the first time, I began to think about whether I should continue my relationship with Jane.

Nevertheless, my mother called to speak up for Jane, comforting me that Jane just failed to keep her temper under too much pressure as a superstar.

I was well aware that my mother neither loved nor disliked Jane but just loved me so much that she would care about everything related to me. Just because she could feel my love for Jane, she wouldn't let me get into a dilemma, no matter how terrible the injustice she was subjected to.

In the eyes of everyone else, a low-tier agent like me only intended to climb up the social ladder by hooking up with a superstar like Jane.