As for Cornell, every year on my birthday, he would just pick up a brush and paint the words "Happy Birthday", not even mentioning my name.
"My painting and writing have collection value." He explained every time. "If I put your name on them, no one will be willing to collect them."
This year, he simply said, "I’m too busy preparing for the wedding, so I don't have time celebrating your birthday."
However, the so-called preparations for a wedding, I tried over twenty stores alone to choose a wedding dress.
I compared over thirty quotations to book a hotel.
I stayed up the whole night writing more than 300 handwritten letters to send out the invitations.
The only thing he participated in was when I tried on the main veil. He barely spared five minutes to come over, but he kept staring at his watch the whole time.
It turned out that he didn't love me and there had been signs of it all along.
My heart suddenly tightened, then I quickly raised my head and blinked.
I had shed too many tears today, at least, on my birthday, I wanted to save a last bit of dignity for myself.
In my sleep, my phone vibrated and I pressed the answer button in a half-conscious.
Cornell's roar could be heard from the other end of the phone. "Hailey, hurry and come to the hospital! Something happened to Margot."
I instantly woke up. Could it be that the message she sent was serious?
I didn't even change my clothes and rushed out wearing pajamas and slippers.
As soon as I arrived to the ward, I saw Margot leaning against the head of the bed and Cornell was gently peeling an apple for her.
The two of them spent their time peacefully, while I slipped out with half of my foot in slippers, like a clown.
Seeing me appear, he suddenly jumped up and dragged me to the bedside, ordering. "Kneel down and apologize to Margot!"
I looked up in shock, but before I could react, my leg suddenly got hit hard.
My knee hit the ground hard and the excruciating pain made me unable to move for a moment.
"Cornell! Are you crazy?" I stared at him fiercely.
His eyes were filled with terrifying anger, he said, "Margot cut her wrist! It almost killed two people! Don't say I'm crazy, I really want to kill you now!"