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.

But now, I could let go of everything.

Therefore, I would never be considered a social climber.

I had no desire to talk, so I directly turned around and walked past Jane and Matthew.

Matthew took the initiative to grab my wrist.

He explained, but with provocative eyes, "Yannick, don't misunderstand us. When the dog I've kept for half a year fell ill in the middle of the night, I was so flustered that I called Jenny and asked her to accompany me to the pet hospital. Unfortunately, Snowie still died, so Jenny came to this cemetery with me today."

I looked at Matthew and found his words funny.

"Why are you telling me all this? Do you want me to prepare a wreath for you and Snowie?"

"Yannick Chambers, is it necessary for you to say such mean words?"

Jane spat with her eyes burning with rage. After all, I had offended the man of her dreams.

In the past, I would have made a big fuss about everything she did and asked her why she left me behind and went to find Matthew last night so eagerly that she was unwilling to fulfill even my mother's last wish.

At this moment, however, I had no interest in getting an explanation from her.

The reason was there was no such need.

From then on, I would have nothing to do with her anymore.

"Of course, it's not necessary. So, please get out of my way."

I turned around and left. Jane was staring after me with a dazed look.

This was the first time I didn't lose my temper with her when she stood on Matthew's side.

Jane took a few steps forward and held my hand to stop me for the first time.

"Why didn't you arrange with me about my work these days but instead asked the assistant to contact me?"

I had blocked Jane for so many days. If she had spared me a little of her concern for Matthew, driven to the hospital to see me, or just given me a call to ask about my situation, she would not have asked such a stupid question.

"I have already resigned. Didn't you see the agency's announcement?"

Jane's face froze. Apparently, she had even paid no attention to this because she had been keeping Matthew company, whose dog had died, these days.

How ridiculous.

In Jane's heart, my mother's last wish and my life couldn't even compare to Matthew's dog.

"Why did you resign? Just because I didn't go to see your mother? Matt's dog got injured so badly that it couldn't afford any more delays. Can't I go to see her at another time?"

Jane didn't care in the slightest and still thought I was being unreasonable until now.

I no longer had the slightest desire to talk to Jane and dodged her hand that was about to touch me.

"Then you can continue to take care of Matthew's dog. We'll have nothing to do with each other from now on."

I didn't want to waste any more time on Jane. I brushed past her when I left resolutely.

However, she grabbed me by my hand abruptly.

"I'll give you a pay raise. I was being careless this time. I'll go to see your mother next time. Will that do?"

Jane still believed I was throwing a tantrum because I was jealous of Matthew.

Honestly, I didn't blame Matthew for Jane's infidelity.

After all, it was Jane's fault for being unfaithful.

Seeing that I remained silent, Jane's tone became colder.

"I've already apologized. What else do you want?"

"I want nothing but a rest. I just felt tired."

"Yannick, can you stop making a fuss out of nothing? You know Matt is suffering from heart disease. Can't you make compromises and treat him better?"

I was amused.

Because of Matthew's heart disease, he could always get Jane away from me with just one phone call.

But what did another man's illness have to do with Jane's relationship with me?

Jane and I had quarreled countless times for Matthew's sake. Now, I was too exhausted to argue with her anymore.

I looked at Jane calmly without saying anything.

Jane froze and fell silent.

I took the opportunity to shake off her hand and walked further away.

Looking at my receding back, Jane felt a sense of loss but did not take it to heart. Instead, she picked up the phone and called her assistant.

"Shawn, contact the best oncologist in the country for consultation in surgery on Yannick's mother."

As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up the phone impatiently.

If her patience with me could last for just one more second, nothing would have happened next.