I looked at Travis coldly. "You can do whatever you want in the future. I won't care anymore."
With that, I grabbed my luggage and walked past him, leaving everything behind.
Travis finally sensed something was wrong and grabbed my arm. "Was your Mom unhappy with what happened that day? I can explain it to her."
I suddenly found the situation absurd. It had been days since our wedding, and if he had cared enough to ask me about it even once, he wouldn't be saying such stupid things now.
I pried his hand away. "There's no need."
I had always been cautious, gentle, and eager to please Travis, never showing the indifference I felt now.
Even without looking, I could feel Travis' burning gaze, then he began to follow me.
However, Solana stopped him and spoke.
"This isn't your fault, Travis. If her mother hadn't pretended to be sick, you wouldn't have been forced to marry her."
I wanted to ignore her words, but Solana suddenly spoke through the mind link. "Tsk. How's the feeling of being stood up? I told you, you're nothing in his eyes. He was never yours to begin with!"
A fury like I had never known surged through me. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. My claws extended instinctively, almost digging into her cheeks. Solana staggered back, shock and anger flashing in her eyes.
I glared at Solana. "You better watch your mouth."
Solana feigned distress. "Was I wrong? If your mother hadn't pretended to be sick and pressured Travis, how could he agree to marry you?"
Travis was immediately by her side, his face twisted with rage. He instinctively shielded Solana behind him, his eyes cold. "What the hell are you doing, Amari?! Apologize to her!" he demanded. His voice was cold and authoritative.
I stared at him, my heart pounding. "Is that what you think too?"
His silence spoke volumes.
Half a year ago, my mother was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer. She was a human, and naturally, her body was weaker compared to werewolves. Knowing her time was short, her dying wish was to see me marry the man I loved. Desperate to fulfill her wish, I begged Travis for the wedding, even kneeling before him. But he believed my mother was feigning illness to coerce him into marriage. Maybe he always thought little of me.