I called Jane countless times until my phone was about to go out of service. When I finally got through, she said she was too busy and didn't want to be photographed by paparazzi.
My mother died in my arms with regret. At her last gasp, she still told me to stick together with Jane, holding my hand.
But how could I still get along with Jane after all this?
She was so heartless that she even dug up my mother's ashes!
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Jane thought she had exposed my "conspiracy".
She said smugly, "Yannick, as long as you apologize to Matthew, I can get married to you as scheduled next month. We can get the marriage license privately without making our marriage public. Do you understand?"
She gave me a taste of sweetness condescendingly after hurting me.
"Jane Hardy, my apology and marriage to you are only in your dreams!"
My rejection made Jane's tone turn even colder.
"You're just too jealous of Matthew when you see I care about him, aren't you?
"Look at how nasty you are now. You can't compare with Matt at all.
"I'll give you one last chance. Apologize to Matthew immediately!"
Jane threatened me in a patronizing tone.