My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 1084

She was still holding her bridal bouquet-hadn't even had the chance to toss it. And even if she had, there would've been no one to catch it, since the whole wedding had been so secret and closed-off.

Mary walked behind him, trying to catch up. She didn't understand why he was so upset.

"Mary, there's no need to move your things into my room. You'll keep sleeping in your own. And don't even think about pulling any tricks to sleep with me, because then you'll really see what I'm like," Maximus said, not even turning around, his voice cold as ice.

The image of Mary standing there in her wedding dress, her face covered in tears, hurt Maximus now. It made his chest tighten. There was a strange pain in the pit of his stomach.

"Idiot! Go to her! Turn around! Don't leave her there!" shouted the present-day Maximus-but his past self didn't see or hear him.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. He was in Mary's room. They were newly married. She'd heard from Catherine that there was going to be a big company anniversary party.

Mary had asked Emma to help her pick out a dress. She wanted to look like a proper wife-worthy of the company president.

Out of all the dresses, she'd chosen a pale pink one. It wasn't flashy or too modest-it just hugged her elegant shape and curves perfectly. It was strapless, nothing over the top, but Mary made it shine like it was made just for her.

expensive your dress is... you'll never be good enough for me. I'm going with Alexia," he told her, pulling a box from his dinner jacket. "Look-I bought her these jewels.

thinking. You're not even old enough to wear a

It was torture. A nightmare. And no matter how hard he tried to wake up, he couldn't. Each scene was worse than the

Suddenly, he woke up.

looked at the time and date on his phone. He

understood what Grandma Catherine meant: "Beauty doesn't grow in hell." That's why Mary had

to do what he'd been putting off ever

pick up..." he whispered,

Who is

voice

fine, I had dinner and took my meds

heart race-it felt like he was having a panic attack. His hands started to shake. He wanted to hang up, but it was too late now. If he didn't say anything, he'd look like an idiot. He already felt like one-but he

"Mary..." he finally said.

Please... We'll talk tomorrow..." she mumbled,