The Series of Accidents Made Me See My Boyfriend Clearly

I secretly got married to my boyfriend, Leo Garcia.

I thought my life would only get happier from that point on.

But then, a sudden car accident took my parents' lives.

Leo also lost a leg due to the accident.

His mom, Sofia Jones, had red, tear-filled eyes. She kept slapping my face over and over.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, she yelled, "I told you a long time ago, you're nothing but trouble! Give me back my son's leg!"

Leo, who used to be so protective of me. He was afraid I'd be hurt even the slightest, now lay on the hospital bed with a gloomy expression, watching his mom beat and kick me.

"Mila, you deserve this."

...

Ever since I was a child, I'd been my parents' little princess.

They always gave me whatever I wanted, except for one thing, accepting my relationship with Leo.

I had a privileged upbringing. I never faced hardship, and didn't know how cruel people could be.

I never paid attention when my parents told me Leo's family wasn't good people. I didn't believe them when they said Leo didn't truly love me.

I thought they just looked down on Leo because his family was poor, and they wanted to match me with someone of similar status.

Back then, I believed love was all that mattered.

I took the household registration booklet and told my parents Leo and I were already married.

They were so furious they didn't eat for three days, but I was too wrapped up in my happiness with Leo to notice.

Three days later, my parents finally gave in. They called me and said that both families should meet.

I agreed right away.

On the morning of the arranged day, I went to the hotel early to set the lunch menu.

At 11 o'clock, my parents arrived.

Looking at their exhausted faces, I felt a wave of regret. I'd been too reckless.

My mom gently wiped away the tears from the corner of my eye. "It's okay, sweetheart. As long as you're happy, that's what matters."

My dad, standing by her side, spoke seriously, "If Leo ever dares to mistreat you, you must tell us."

I nodded and buried myself in my dad's warm embrace.

We waited and waited, but Leo and his mom didn't show up.

I called him, but his mom picked up instead. "Oh, Mila, you know we don't have a car. It's way too hot out, and we might get heatstroke trying to hail a cab. Could your parents come pick us up?"

I hung up and looked at my parents, feeling awkward.

"I'll go pick them up," I said, grabbing the car keys and getting ready to leave.

My dad stopped me, saying he and my mom would go instead. It was too hot, they told me to drink more water.

I watched them walk away, feeling a mix of emotions. I silently promised myself that I'd be a better daughter from then on and never do anything to make them upset again.

But little did I know, I would never get the chance.

I leaned on the table, waiting for them, starting to feel sleepy.

Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me awake. My heart was pounding. It felt like something bad was about to happen.

I answered immediately, "Dad?"

The voice on the other end was a hurried woman's voice. "They're at Lynelle Hospital. Come quickly, the patient's condition is bad."

My mind buzzed. Before I could ask anything, the call was already disconnected.

I rushed to the hospital, accompanied by the dial tone.

I saw Sofia and instantly felt like I had found an anchor.

"Mom, what happened? Where are my parents? Where's Leo?"

She glared at me angrily, slapping me to the ground. "Leo! How dare you ask about Leo! He's in surgery right now. If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive you!"

I finally realized how serious things were. Crying on the floor, I asked, "Where are my parents?"

Sofia let out a cold sneer. "Those wretched parents of yours? They died on the spot."

My mind exploded. Sofia's words echoed in my head over and over again.

I couldn't believe it.

Not until I saw my parents' bodies.

I held their hands and pressed them against my face. They're cold and stiff. They hadn't always been like this.

That day, I cried for a long, long time.

I kept apologizing, admitting I was wrong.

"Mom. Dad.

"Please wake up. I was wrong. I was so wrong. Please wake up..."