husband and wife

Emily, dressed in a red wedding dress, sat in the car with a calm and indifferent expression on her face.

On the day of great joy, there was no wedding ceremony, no guests, no ceremony, and the Thompson family only sent a car to pick her up through the side door.

A week ago, the Thompson family sold Emily to the White Family as a daughter-in-law to repay their debts.

She refused to comply, and her father was furious, ordering people to beat Emily, who was injured all over and refused to compromise until she fainted after spitting blood.

The White family heard that she was a widows fate, and the night before the wedding, they immediately came to return the marriage.

But Emily never thought that the Thompson family would step in after hearing the news, saying they wanted to buy her to celebrate the dying eldest master of the Thompson family.

The Thompson family, of course, quickly offered her with gratitude, and she was sent to the car as soon as she woke up.

But this time, she did not resist.

In the new house, Emily, with a red veil on her head, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting for her future husband, but her heart still couldnt help but jump chaotically.

Leo impatiently picked up the veil, and his handsome face was full of disgust, "Emily Thompson?"

Emily looked up at him, the person she had loved for so long, and bit her lip lightly: "Leo Thompson."

For a moment, the two were speechless, and Leo stared at the scars on the neck of the bright and smart woman in front of him, his eyes were complicated.

Was she so in love with Daniel that she would rather die than marry someone else?

And Emily stared at the photo of Daisy hanging high above the wedding bed for a long time, beautiful and moving, not to mention that there were figures of Daisy in every corner of the room, and suddenly her throat was sour and astringent.

"You should know why I married you!" Leo picked up Emilys chin with a light and contemptuous tone.

Emily looked straight into Leos eyes, and what she saw was his full disgust, and her emotions suddenly fell inexplicably, and she answered lightly: "I know."

"Know! Then be a good daughter-in-law of the Thompson family! As for my wife," Leos tone was resolute and fierce, "you can never be Mrs. Thompson, you are not qualified to say such a thing!"

"Youre right," Emily lowered her head, not wanting to expose her tears, "I am not qualified!"

"Tonight, just go and live in that broken house!" Leo slammed the door and left, bringing down a candle shadow, "without my order, do not come back!"

Emily looked at the candlelight that she had been carefully protecting, and the shadow was extinguished by the slammed door, and her heart was bitter.

What a similar scene, just like the day of the confession on graduation, it was a mess.

That day, it rained heavily, and she held the love letter carefully in her arms to prevent it from getting wet. She was full of expectations and kept reciting the words she wanted to confess to him.

But when she got there, everything had collapsed before it even started.

Daisy stood on tiptoe and kissed Leo.

And Leo did not refuse, he hugged her.

Emily could only stand there stupidly, powerlessly lowering the hand that handed over the love letter, the envelope and the umbrella fell into the mud, and two lines of clear tears fell down quietly.