We decided to get married in the fourth year of dating with Della Gerta.

Just half a month before our wedding, she held a so-called bachelorette party. But in fact, it was her wedding ceremony with Paul Willis, her first love.

At the party, she kissed him passionately and boldly in her white wedding dress.

"I have no regrets now."

I saw the scene indifferently and gave a great deal of money as a gift to bless them. Then I left and canceled the wedding which was scheduled for half a month.

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The moment Della came out, I hadn't reacted yet and just thought it was some part of the party.

But later, Della's face blushed as she took the arm of Paul and walked onto the red carpet in the middle of the lawn.

My mind went blank when the two walked up to the stage surrounded by the crowd.

With warm applause breaking out all around, everyone present darted a glance at me.

"Isn't Della going to marry Frank Sharp? What are they doing now?"

"Didn't you notice the words at the bottom of her invitation? She said she wanted to fulfill her promise to her first love."

"Oh my, Frank is really generous. Can he tolerate it?"

I took out the invitation sent by Della immediately, and sure enough, there was a line of words that were difficult to see at the bottom.

The next moment, my face suddenly darkened.

Originally, Della told me that it was her bachelorette party and that all the guests were our mutual friends.

I felt everyone was talking about me at this time.

Della was wearing the wedding dress we had chosen together some time ago, which was very ironic.

"Welcome you to attend the wedding of Paul and I. Today, we plan to fulfill the promise we made at a young age."

Then, the big screen behind them began to play the video about their love story.

The bachelorette party sign was replaced with a photo of the two.

I suddenly remembered the night when Della and I set our wedding date.

That day, we were both playing with phones on the sofa. She saw a video all of a sudden and asked me what I thought.

It was about an 80-year-old man marrying his first love after his wife passed away.

I watched the video with a frown on my face, replying, "I feel bad for his deceased partner."

Della nodded in agreement. "You're right. It's indeed unfair to his deceased partner, but I think it's understandable. After all, the first love is hard to forget for everyone. Even if they fall in love with someone else, they will feel regretful somehow.

"So, we should enjoy life while we can and not leave regrets for later."

At that time, I hugged Della and agreed. "We'll definitely not have any regrets."

I just thought it was just a normal conversation. It was because we had been in love for four years and had started talking about marriage.

I didn't realize that Della had tried to test me while asking the question until now.

The cheers continued, "Kiss, kiss."

Amid the cheers and screams, I came to my senses and looked at the two again. Della was pouting and had her arms around Paul's neck.

As they were about to kiss each other, Paul raised his eyebrows and glanced at me.

After the kiss, Paul took the microphone, saying, "Thank you all for your coming. Della has always been the girl I love the most. Even if she becomes others' wife in the future, I will never forget our past."

Della took the microphone and added, "I'm especially grateful to my fiancé. If he didn't agree, I wouldn't have the courage to do it!"

In an instant, all eyes were focused on me. Someone mocked me; some admired me.

I looked at Della coldly from beginning to end, just feeling what she did was disgusting.

Afterwards, I took out the invitation sent by Della and put a great deal of money into it.

"You're welcome. I didn't see it clearly before, but I wish you a happy marriage now."

The next moment, I looked at my friends who were whispering in the audience and reminded them, "The engagement between Della and me is called off. Don't make your trip in vain."

After saying that, I clenched my fists and walked out of the venue.

"Frank is joking. Our wedding will be held in half a month as usual. Please come here in time!"

She then started inviting everyone to have fun, while I went to the bar and drank alone.

I never imagined that Della would surprise me today.

After drinking the wine, I felt bitter and recalled the past between Della and me.

Della and I met in college and were in the same research group.

As a lively person, she could get along well with everyone.

To put it bluntly, I fell in love with her at first sight. After learning that she had no boyfriend, I began to pursue her like crazy.

It was my first love, and my love for her was passionate.

It wasn't long before we were in a relationship, and she was almost a perfect girlfriend.

We started living together after graduation, and it was then that I realized that we could be considered childhood sweethearts.

When we were young, our two families lived close to each other. We played together at that moment. But later, my family moved away.

It was only after I took over the company that I realized that although we had lost contact over the years, our parents still maintained a cooperative relationship.

Della was my first love, and I knew that she had a boyfriend before me. However, I didn't take it seriously because it was past.

Not to mention that Della once told me that their breakup was unpleasant.

So, I least expected that she and Paul could do something so disgusting today.

The person who once vowed to spend the rest of her life with me turned out to be a bitch.

What was worse, Della didn't deliberately hide it.

Several friends called me, as expected, to make fun of me soon.

Some of them even sent me photos of me and Della as a couple on campus.

When we graduated, we were rated as the most promising couple because of this photo.

Unexpectedly, everything would change so quickly.

I staggered back to my home.

While opening the door, I felt heartache while noticing the pendant on the key.

It was a moon-shaped ceramic pendant that Della and I made ourselves when we lived together last year.

Hers was in the shape of a sun.

At that time, she said to me in high spirits, "This is the only one in the world. Be careful, and don't lose it."

My heart softened at her serious look.

But now, looking at it made me feel uncomfortable.

With a cold face, I pulled the pendant off. I wanted to throw it into the trash can first, but I couldn't bear to do so and finally put it on the shoe cabinet.

The house was quiet, and I walked straight to the sofa without turning on the lights.

Everything in this house was decorated by Della and I. We spent much time on every detail.

Thinking about it now, I found it ridiculous.

As time passed, I was getting drunk and about to fall asleep when I heard a sound at the door.

"Wait for me. I'll pack it right away."

It was Della's voice.

She came in and turned on the light. After finishing being intimate with Paul, she turned around and then screamed upon seeing me on the sofa.

"You scared me! Since you're at home, why don't you turn on the lights at home?"

I felt helpless and questioned, "Do I have to report to you? I just stay at my home."

She ignored what I said and sniffed hard, asking, "Have you been drinking?"

Then she fanned with her hands and walked into the cloakroom with some disgust.

I knew she disliked the smell of alcohol, but I didn't want to live according to her preferences now.

Suddenly, a man said in an extremely proud voice from the door, "When Della and I were together, I always respected her feelings."

I gave him a cold look.

Just as I thought Della was self-aware enough to pack her luggage and move out, she raised her head.

"Paul and I are going on our honeymoon. I'll be back before the wedding. Don't miss me too much."

I felt sick while seeing her blink her eyes in a playful manner.

"You don't have to come back. Our wedding is canceled. You, get out of the house."

The moment I finished speaking, Della looked at me in confusion, "Didn't you also agree not to leave regrets? You don't want me to do it after we get married, do you?"

I looked at her without uttering a word. It wasn't the same thing after all.

"Besides, we're just making up for regrets now. We no longer have any feelings for each other. We are just fulfilling the promise we made in the past."

Della had a calm look on her face. She even came over and held me, using her usual coquettish tactics.

Paul stood at the door with a pained expression and managed to utter, "I don't expect to be together with Della forever. I only hope she will be happy."

It seemed like I was the one who broke them up.

Pushing Della away, I picked up all her packages and threw them out.

"Now go away!"

Della said in anger, "I'm doing this for your own good. Forget it! I'll give you a few days to calm down."

After saying that, she took Paul and left without hesitation.

I sat on the sofa and couldn't stop sneering. My cell phone rang again, but I had no patience to keep calm.

"You better have something urgent to say."

I thought it was just those people who called to make fun of me, so my tone wasn't friendly.

"Frank, come to the hospital quickly. Your mother is having a heart attack and is being treated."

I sobered up instantly.

As I arrived at the hospital, my mother was still in the emergency room, and my father was sitting on a bench outside the room. He looked haggard at this time.

"What on earth are you and Della doing?"

Only then did I realize that Della had made such a big fuss today and the video had gone viral online.

My mom happened to watch the video before going to bed, and suddenly...

In an instant, I fell next to my dad, holding my face in pain.

My mother, who had been in a poor state before, had a heart bypass surgery recently. Not to mention that she was anxious and upset because of the news.

The doctor issued a critical illness notice.

I watched my father sign his name tremblingly, and my heart ached.

Neither my dad nor I spoke for four hours.

The doctor finally came out, and we held hope while seeing him. Yet, he just sighed.

All of a sudden, I couldn't breathe.

"We manage to save her life, but it still depends on the situation tonight."

In the ICU, my father and I held my mother's hands one after another.

I was choked with sobs. "Mom, Mom, hold on. We will find a way. We can save you. We will transfer you to another hospital."

Tears fell non-stop as I realized that I was about to lose my mother.

I gazed at my mother through a mist of tears.

She opened her mouth and said with difficulty, "Della... I have something to say."

I wiped my tears away and responded.

"Della, right? Okay, Mom, don't get excited. I'll call now. Mom, please hold on."

I stumbled out of the ward, my hand holding the phone shaking uncontrollably. During the process, I wished that Della could answer the call quickly.

If she answered the phone today, I could forgive her. She could do whatever she wanted later.

I tried several times.

Every time she hung up on me, I would call again.

The last time when I called, her phone was turned off.

My heart sank completely. I then mobilized all our mutual friends to contact her. Meanwhile, I even called her parents, Allen Gerta and Daisy Gerta.

In the end, I only received a message from Della.

[I'm busy. Let me deal with it as I get back.]

Just as I was about to call her again, several nurses dashed past me in a hurry.

I realized something was off, so I hurried to catch up.

Upon running to the ICU, I saw the doctor trying to save my mother.

I suddenly experienced dull pain.

I was praying that I would do anything as long as my mother could survive this time.

But that night, my mother finally passed away.

The shock aged my dad enormously overnight.

I couldn't even walk steadily.

Della's parents rushed over upon hearing the news.

They kept apologizing to me, but it was useless.

My mother would never come to life, and everything couldn't go back to the way it was.

I regretted meeting Della, and I hated her deeply. If it weren't for her mischief, my mother wouldn't die!

Yet, I hated myself even more for not being able to judge people well.

No one could contact Della at the end of my mother's funeral. Even when Allen and Daisy called her, the phone was turned off.

It seemed like she had disappeared from this world out of thin air.

Just as Allen and Daisy were about to call the police, Della posted a photo on Instagram.

I didn't think that she hadn't seen any phone calls for so long. She did it on purpose!

My hatred suddenly surged up in my heart.