I fell hard onto the floor, my head throbbing.
After regaining my composure, I endured the pain and slowly stood up.
Thankfully, Mom was unharmed.
"If you apologize now, I'll pretend none of this happened. Otherwise..."
Seeing me stand up, Martin's cold voice followed.
"Otherwise what?"
"Martin, we've been together for so many years. Do you remember how my mom treated you back then?"
"You can treat me however you want, but at least show some basic respect to my mother!"
I stared at him, speaking each word clearly.
Martin was stunned.
Six years ago...
Martin's parents had died in an accident, leaving behind an unresolved case. There were rumors they had embezzled millions of workers' severance pay, causing countless families to lose everything.
The Green family fell apart, and the heir, Martin, went from being on top to rock bottom overnight.
Amid the scheming of certain individuals, even basic survival became a challenge for him.
At that time, Emma's parents conveniently sent her abroad.
Suddenly, he had no one to rely on.
The once unreachable heir of the Green family became a struggling student, mocked and scorned wherever he went.
It was me who spent all my scholarship money and savings to help him, standing by his side.
We worked part-time jobs together, earning money, studying, and facing rumors together.
At the worst of it, the entire school isolated him, and I became so depressed I almost couldn't bear it.
It was my mom who, outraged, confronted the school leaders, even threatening them with her life.
That was how he managed to finish his studies.
Back then, with tears in his eyes, he swore he would never forget what we did for him.
Later, the Green family's turmoil settled, and his parents were cleared of all charges.
He became the heir of the Green family again.
After standing strong beside him through it all, he quickly rose to become the youngest head of the family.
Everything was perfect again.
That was when Emma returned.
One day, she stood in front of Martin without saying a word, and just like that, he left me, running toward her and embracing her tightly.
From that day forward, Emma was always between us.
I had given him my heart for years, stood by him through storms, yet Emma was the first to bask in the sunshine and rainbows.
I understood—Emma was his first love, someone he had grown up with, a memory from before his parents' death.