I told my mother that Bella was too busy, but she actually wanted to come to visit you.

I had said too many times that even I believed it.

I handled all the work of Bella's company.

From company development planning, to operations, to cost control, to personnel management, I took on all the work.

Bella only needed to stand on the stage beautifully, enjoying the praise of the crowd, becoming a star entrepreneur, attending various occasions, and sharing entrepreneurial experiences.

I hid in the company, silently expanding the company's scale by dozens of times.

I was willing to do all this.

The first time I saw Bella, I fell deeply in love with her.

Bella was so outstanding in the crowd, extremely dazzling. Anyone beside her would be overshadowed.

I didn't expect Bella to be with me, so I cherished her even more.

In order to get the investment, I could kneel in front of the investor's door for three days and three nights.

In order to sign the contract, I could drink with the clients until I vomited blood, and then went back with an exhausted body to work on the proposal.

In this relationship, I neglected my own existence and even mistreated my family, so much so that I didn't even notice that my mom was seriously ill.

My mom's illness was already in the late stage when I found out.

Mom should have felt that I gave everything for this relationship, but she didn't say anything because she knew that I loved Bella and she respected my choice.

Touching the coffin, I wanted to go back in time and slap myself hard to wake up.

After setting up the funeral parlor, I sat on the sofa and sent messages one by one, canceling the engagement. As the groom, I didn't invite many guests, only ten, and they would sit at the farthest table from the stage.

It was not that I didn't want to invite many friends, but Bella didn't allow it. She said she invited people with status and reputation, while the people I invited would be embarrassing.

She was particularly generous with this table.

I agreed to such outrageous requests. Why did Bella ignore my small request?

Bella, you were heartless.

"Mr. Martin, I'm sorry, there is no hall available."

The next day, the staff at the funeral home told me some bad news.

"I've already booked the smallest hall you have here. Why do you say there's no more hall?"

I was anxious.

My mother passed away and I wanted to have a small memorial service.