Since Winnie appeared, Brian had completely lost patience with me, and his attitude had deteriorated drastically.

"You'll regret this!"

With those words, Lily wiped her tears and ran into the pouring rain.

She didn't go home but went straight to the hospital.

After confirming that Brian wouldn't come to see me one last time, Lily agreed to have my body sent for cremation.

I truly felt sorry for Lily.

I had let my young daughter watch her mother's body being consumed by fire.

I couldn't fully understand Lily's pain, and my hatred for Brian deepened even more.

Seven days later!

After spending enough time outside, Brian finally returned home.

"Whitney, come out. I need to talk to you!

"Whitney, did you hear me?"

He called out several times, but only silence answered him.

A deathly silence.

The warmth that once filled the home was gone.

"Whitney, I'm hungry! Aren't you going to come out and cook?

"Is it worth it for such a trivial matter?"

I had been raised to follow the traditional roles of supporting my husband and raising children. So, after marriage, I became a housewife, taking on all the household chores.

Brian had gotten used to treating me like a maid, expecting me to serve him.

"Don't be ungrateful. If you don't come out, I'll lose my temper."

The house remained deathly silent.

Brian angrily pushed open the bedroom door, only to find it empty.

After searching around, he found Lily lying motionless on the bed.

"Lily, where's your mom?

"You're at home; can't you talk? Are you mute now?

"Your mom is like this, and now you are too. You're both worthless."

Lily had been crying in bed for the past seven days, soaking her pillow and causing her face to swell.

She no longer had the strength to argue against her father's insults.

At that moment, Winnie hurriedly rushed into the house.

Was she so eager to take my place that she didn't care about my presence and had followed him home?

"Brian, something happened!"

"What happened?"

"I was going to discuss a project today, but I realized my ID card was stolen."

"Who stole it? How could this happen?"

Winnie quickly handed over a surveillance video.

"It's all my fault. I upset Whitney. Otherwise, she, she..."

I was so angry.

I had brought this project to the company.

Now Winnie was taking all the credit.

Even more ridiculously, she knew she wasn't qualified to meet the project's client, so she fabricated a lie about me stealing her ID card.

Indeed, she hadn't explicitly said I stole it, but her words clearly pointed the blame at me.

Brian barely glanced at the video before angrily throwing the phone to the ground.

"That bitch, not helping me is one thing, but doing this!

"Winnie, don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of this."

I also caught a glimpse of the video.

The person stealing wore a similar outfit to mine but had a completely different physique.

Brian didn't even want to look closely; he just outright accused me.

Finally, Lily couldn't stand it any longer. "This isn't my mom's doing. Get out, all of you."

I had died seven days ago, and Winnie, eager to take my place, still managed to blame me for her problems.

She was truly malicious.

But what I hated more was Brian.

After being married for decades, he couldn't even tell that the person in the video wasn't me.

Under Winnie's instigation, he adamantly insisted it was me.

To him, everything I did was just throwing tantrums and causing trouble.

Ding-dong!

"Is this Lily Mason's residence? I have a box to deliver."

It was the funeral parlour staff delivering my urn to the house.

I thought, surely that scumbag Brian would believe I was truly dead upon seeing the urn!

However, I was wrong.

Lily, holding the urn, cried and screamed.

"Aren't you looking for my mom? She's already dead, and you're still trying to throw dirt on her?"

A resounding slap landed on Lily's face.

Brian, furious, grabbed her hair and forced her to look at the phone.

"Still acting? Open your damn eyes and see clearly—your mom stole something just yesterday."

He was so sure that I stole something, assuming I was still alive.

Even with my urn in front of him, he chose to ignore it.

Winnie began her dramatic performance again.

"Whitney, I know you're here. I admit I was wrong for calling and playing games.

"But that client is crucial to our company. Do you know how long Brian and I have worked to get this opportunity?

"What you did was truly excessive. Lying around at home isn't enough; you have to drag Brian down too? It's unacceptable."

Brian looked at Winnie as if her words resonated deeply with him.

I could see in his eyes his determination to divorce me and be with her.

Winnie had successfully usurped my place.

"Winnie, Whitney is a selfish woman. She doesn't understand our hard work.

"If she wants to play dead, let her keep playing!"

Then he snatched the urn from Lily's hands.

What happened next made me wish I could tear this bastard to pieces, skin him alive.

"Is this fun? You want to play games?"

He poured my ashes all over Lily.

Lily knelt on the ground, bowing repeatedly.

"No, no! This is my mom's ashes."

This was the last bit of me I had left for Lily.

She tried desperately to gather my ashes from the floor.

Brian kicked away the ashes she painstakingly collected, scattering them everywhere.

He stomped on what remained of me.

That scumbag destroyed Lily's last shred of memory of me.

The funeral home staff looked utterly shocked.

What kind of deep hatred could drive a husband to scatter his wife's ashes on their daughter?

"Are you Lily's father?

"Lily didn't lie. These are your wife's ashes.

"Here's the cremation certificate for your wife!"