Zayn hadn't been so gentle to me for a long time.
Ever since the day Stella killed the puppy that Zayn gave her, blamed on me, and fainted in Zayn's arms.
I never received any warmth from Zayn again.
Stella didn't like me from the first moment she saw me.
At first, I thought she simply didn't like me, so I tried every way to please her, actively showed my kindness to her, and bought her gifts.
But I didn't expect that,
to put the blame on me, she actually killed her beloved little white puppy.
That day she cried heart-wrenchingly while holding the little white puppy covered in blood, and while crying she accused me of why I killed her dog.
She cried so heavily that she couldn't catch her breath and almost suffocated herself.
Seeing this, Zayn, who had just returned home, rushed her to the hospital.
Stella already suffered from congenital heart disease, and after this "blow" from me, her heart condition became even worse.
It was so serious that it required a heart transplant.
And my beloved Zayn firmly believed that her dog was killed by me.
He forced me to apologize to her.
I refused with grievance and went back to the bridal chamber alone stubbornly.