I Got Married Without You

Erin died, leaving no trace behind, like a gust of wind that came and went, taking nothing with it, disappearing without a trace.
Stella didn’t ask where his ashes were scattered, or in which country and sea, she just stared at the grave without even a
memorial image, motionless for a long time.
It wasn’t until the rainwater in the Imperial Capital poured down, sheltered by Andrew’s umbrella, that she slowly snapped back
to reality and said, “Let’s go” to Andrew...
She returned to Arcadia and resumed her busy life, treating patients, occasionally working in pediatrics, looking after children,
and taking care of Henry...
She seemed the same as usual, except that she needed medication to fall asleep at night and never dreamed of Erin...
Every time she dreamt, she was shooting a gun, and each shot would startle her awake, leaving her staring blankly at her own.
hands...
After it happened multiple times, she increased her medication to suppress these nightmares.
Slowly, she stopped dreaming. However, during a critical patient consultation, she saw Erin, elegantly dressed in a white coat,
stepping out of an ambulance...
He looked just like he did when he was alive, meticulously combing his long hair back to reveal a smooth forehead. Under his
picturesque brow, there were deep blue eyes that hid his emotions...
Looking into those blue eyes, Stella’s heart suddenly stopped beating. She took hesitant steps towards the owner of those
eyes...
“Erin...”
Erin heard the voice and lowered his gaze to Stella, who was much shorter than him.’
“I’m here.”
When he said those words, his lips curled up into a gentle smile.
Seeing that smile, Stella’s eyes uncontrollably turned red.

She rushed over and hugged Erin with all her strength, using every ounce of her body’s energy to hold onto him.
The doctor being embraced felt a slight stiffness, then awkwardly patted Stella’s back.
“I’m Alex.”
Those words brought Stella back to reality. She quickly let go of the doctor she had embraced, unable to believe it. She stared at
Alex’s face and, once she recognized who he was, Stella lowered
her head, said “Sorry,” and hurriedly ran into the restroom.
She turned on the faucet and desperately splashed water on her face, repeatedly warning herself, “Stella, you don’t love Erin
anymore. The way you feel now is just guilt after learning the truth. You’re hallucinating because you miss Erin...”
She deceived herself like this, but suddenly felt a pair of warm hands wrap around her waist from behind and pull her into an
embrace.
Startled, she turned her head and saw Erin with a both domineering and mischievous expression...
He held her tightly and slid his slender fingers up her waist until his index finger touched her chin. He applied a slight force, then
curled it up...
Stella, forced to look up, stared at Erin as he lowered his head. She fixated on his dark red eyes, gazing at his eyelashes, his
eyes, and his skin, but she didn’t dare reach out to touch him, unsure if the person in front of her was real or a figment of her
imagination...
She allowed Erin to hold her without resistance, not moving or avoiding him like she used to, just looking up at him.
Seeing her behave so obediently, Erin’s mood seemed to improve. He gently touched her face, then grabbed her hand and
placed it on his lower back...
He leaned in close to her car, his voice hoarse as he said, “Stella, effort to escape. And yet, you are going to marry another man.
Is that fair to me?”
His voice sounded so wronged, as if he had been betrayed and had nowhere to vent, so he had to come to her and tell her this.

But at that moment, Stella hated that Erin had kidnapped her. Not only did she not show any concern for him, she even used her
fingers to open his wound, allowing the blood to flow freely and him to suffer in pain...
Thinking about what she had done, Stella’s heart couldn’t bear the pain. She instinctively softened her actions and touched his
wrist, asking, “Does it still hurt?”
Erin’s crimson eyes gradually showed surprise, followed by a sense of grievance. Then, like a child, he lowered his head again
and buried his chin in her neck. “Rub it, and it won’t hurt anymore...”
Stella replied, “Okay,” but immediately turned around to help him rub it. However, in that split second when she reached out, she
saw Erin, who had been holding her, suddenly sitting on the ground...
He was covered in blood, sitting against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his upper body straight and lower body stiff. He held a
gun in his hand, aimed at his own chest. The sunlight shone on him, making his skin appear white and translucent, devoid of any
signs of life...