She lived up to my expectations and got noticed by a wider audience with her performance in this role. Then, I quickly went around pleading with producers to get her some remarkable roles and opportunities to participate in variety shows.
Eventually, Jane became a star in the limelight. Numerous advertisements and commercial activities earned her a fortune as she was honored as one of the four top young actresses. In just three years, she became an A-lister.
On this road to her fame, I would drink with investors until my stomach bled and endure all kinds of humiliation to beg them to give her opportunities.
I sacrificed all my youth and dreams for her.
However, all these efforts were only rewarded with the reply that coming to the hospital was a waste of time and would allow the paparazzi to photograph her easily.
But he could have driven to the pet hospital late at night without even caring about running a red light and becoming a hot topic!
Three years of sacrifices I made for her became a complete joke.
After kneeling in mourning for my mother for three days, her ashes were finally buried.
I lost my mother forever and let go of my obsession with Jane.
I once thought that I couldn't survive for even a single day without her.
But now, I could get over everything about her.
Following my mother's wishes, I handled her funeral and buried her in the same grave as my late father.
I had a long talk with my mother, sharing my inner thoughts.
In the past, to help Jane become famous, I seldom went home and didn't even know my mother was frequently hospitalized. I didn't realize my mother had been suffering from severe pain until the hospital called me and told me that she was dying.
What an undutiful son I was.
At the thought of this, I became more determined to let go of Jane.
Just as I was about to leave the cemetery, I unexpectedly ran into my fiancée Jane and Matthew, the handsome hunk in her dreams.
"Jenny, do you think Snowie will like it if we bury him here?"
Matthew asked Jane, holding an urn in his arms.
With a black mask covering her face, Jane's striking looks were still visible.
Hearing Matthew's words, she touched the urn and kept blaming herself.
"If I had arrived earlier that day, Snowie wouldn't have died."
Right. She would run red lights late at night for the sake of her dream man's dog, regardless of whether she would be captured on film by the paparazzi.