The moment she heard my words, her face darkened—but she quickly covered it with a cold, bitter laugh.

“Give it to me? He liked me first! You’re the one who stole everything that should’ve been mine.”

Seeing her so angry, I raised my eyes and looked directly at her.

“Stole? You fished for James for so long and in the end, you were the one who ran off to another man overseas.”

“Now that he doesn’t want you anymore, you come running back to meddle in someone else’s family.”

Her expression twisted instantly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Whether it’s true or not, you know the answer. I don’t really care. But if you miss this chance, you won’t get another.”

Back when Natalie first reappeared, I had a feeling something wasn’t right, so I quietly started investigating.

But before I could confront James with the truth, my son was murdered.

Natalie narrowed her eyes and sneered.

“I didn’t think a stupid woman like you would actually dig that far. But even if I did all that—so what? James said the person he loved from the beginning to the end was me.”

A sharp pain lanced through my heart. I’d known it deep down, ever since Samuel died.

I didn’t want to argue anymore.

“Just answer me—yes or no?”

Natalie’s expression slowly twisted into a smug grin.

“If you really want a divorce, why don’t you tell him yourself? Why are you setting a trap and waiting for me to do it? Unless... you know something?”

Her tone dropped coldly with those last words.

I replied calmly, “I want a divorce because of my son.”

“The Klawn Family has always buried their dead in the family cemetery. But I don’t want my son locked away in there—”

Not next to the woman who helped kill him. My heart echoes.

“I want to burried him where I want to. But I know James would never allow it.”

That was the real reason I needed to leave.

Natalie finally believed me.

When she saw the name I’d signed at the bottom of the agreement, a victorious smirk crept across her lips.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Not long after, I received the divorce agreement—James’s signature on the dotted line.

Just like that, the relationship that had lasted nearly seven years was over.

I stared at the document in a daze.

Then, with a clear head, I sent the video evidence to a friend at the news agency.

I told them to schedule the story for release in exactly seven days.

After that, I booked a one-way flight overseas.

The departure date—also in seven days.

James knew none of this.

At our son’s memorial, he gently took my hand, his voice soft with affection.

“Amy, you’ve been here day and night. You must be exhausted. Let me take over today.”

His mother chimed in too.

“You don’t look well, dear. Go home and rest.”

I stared at the photograph of my son—his small gray face forever frozen in time—and shook my head.

“No.

Today’s the last day.

I want to stay with him a little longer.”

Seeing how firm I was, James sighed helplessly and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

“Alright. I’ll get some work done and come back to be with you later.”

As he walked away, I watched his retreating back with a bitter smile.

Work? Or was he going to meet Natalie again?

From the window, I saw his car parked out front. He didn’t drive off right away.

Moments later, Natalie slipped inside.

The car sped off.

My vision dimmed. My heart, already in ruins, turned completely to ash.

That night, James returned. I was still kneeling at the altar.

Halfway through, I stood up and went to the restroom.

But when I came back… I heard a voice echoing from the hall.

Natalie.

“James, let me give you a son too, okay?”

She was pressing his hand to her stomach, draping herself over him like a snake.

“You know how much I want to carry your child.”

James grasped her hand, panting as he lifted her into his arms.

“Baby, let’s go to the bedroom right now. You can have as many as you want.”

Natalie let out a low, seductive laugh.

“But I just want it to be here... okay?”

His voice wavered.

“No... this is Samuel’s memorial hall.”

Natalie coiled her arms around his neck and whispered seductively, “That’s what makes it exciting. Don’t you want to?”

James was already breathing heavily—and moments later, their moans echoed through the solemn space.

I stood frozen in the distance, watching it unfold with my own eyes.

My fingernails dug so hard into my palms they nearly drew blood.

This was my son’s memorial.

How dare they?

I forced myself to stay calm, raised my phone with trembling hands and recorded the entire scene.

If they could be this shameless, then I wouldn’t let them walk away without consequences.

***

The next day, after Samuel’s body was burried, in the afternoon I once again visited my son, to showed his favorite things that he left before he was kidnapped.

But then just as I turned to leave, Natalie appeared.

She stared at me sharply.

“Amy, James’s already upset. Please, just apologize. Don’t go against him.”

My vision blurred with tears. I glared at her.

“You promised me. You said if I divorced him, you wouldn’t say anything. You promised!”

Hearing the word divorce, James froze.

“Who divorced? What divorce?!”

Still pretending.

I curled my lips into a bitter smile.

“No matter what, I’m just visiting Samuel today.”

His face darkened.

“Amy, can you stop being unreasonable?”

“Even if you’re angry and going crazy, you cannot take Samuel’s remains!”

People around us began murmuring, trying to calm the situation.

“She should stop making a big deal out of the child’s death. Their child deserves rest in peace.”

Peace?

How come?

His father could sleep with his mistress who had killed him.

I let out a cold, empty laugh.

Then met James’s eyes, my words slicing through the air.

“What if Samuel wasn’t a member of the Klawn Family?”

His expression twisted in shock.

“What are you saying? If he’s my son, he belongs to the Klawn Family.

I clenched my hands into fists, ready to say more—but then, Natalie suddenly lunged forward.

I saw the flash of malice in her eyes. She grabbed something in my hand harshly.

“Amy, let me help you detach from him.—”

CRASH!

The wooden box shattered against the ground—Samuel’s music box. His most favorite thing that I’ve given him since he was two years old. It was all now breaking into pieces.

“NOOO!!”

My chest caved in with the weight of it.

I dropped to my knees, legs collapsing beneath me.

I clawed desperately at the floor, trembling hands trying to gather what little was left of my son's memories.

“No... no... I just wanted to take this with me… How did everything turn into this?!”

Tears poured down my cheeks, my heart split into a thousand pieces—and then I felt a foot slam down on my arm.

Natalie stood over me, her eyes gleaming with false concern.

“Amy, I didn’t mean it. I was just scared you two would fight…”

Her voice was soaked in fake innocence.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

“You meant it! It’s one thing to target me, but why did you have to do this to me and my child?! He was just a little boy!”

Natalie gasped in horror and collapsed to the floor.

Clutching her cheek, she burst into tears and turned to James, her eyes brimming with fake innocence.

“Amy’slost her mind!

“James, are you really going to let her hurt me?!”

Only then did James snap back to his senses.

He stepped forward, shielding Natalie behind him and raised his hand—then slapped me across the face with full force.

“Amy, that slap was for Natalie. What have you become?”

My head rang. A cold, wet sensation slid down the side of my face.

I reached up and touched it—blood.

My cheek throbbed with burning pain. James didn’t even glance at me.

His voice was like ice.

“She’s lost her mind. Get her out of here,” James ordered coldly.

“And those music box—sweep them up and throw them in the trash. Amy, this is what you wanted. He won't be remembered.".”

At his command, people stepped forward to clean up the remains of my son’s memories—our son—right there on the ground.

“James! Do you even have a heart? That’s your child’s favorite things!”

He sneered coldly.

“You should remember this, Amy. Samuel ended up like this because of you. Take this as your lesson.”

With that, he picked Natalie up in his arms and turned his back on me.

I struggled wildly against the people holding me back.

“Please, stop! Don’t do this to me! I was wrong—I’ll apologize, just don’t throw his stuff away. They’re very valuable for me!”

Natalie spoke up with fake concern, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

“James... maybe you should forgive her. She’s only acting this way because she’s upset with you.”

But that smug look on her face—she couldn’t hide it.

I snapped.

“You did this. You grabbed the box. You shattered the box on purpose! James, you saw it too—didn’t you?!”

His face, which had softened for a moment, hardened again.

“So you’ve learned nothing. I only ever tolerated you before.”

And then—he strode toward me.

He dumped every last pieces of Samuel’s music box into the trash can.

The world in front of me bled red.

***

When I came back to my senses, I was on the floor.

James stood over me, a chunk of his cheek torn and bleeding, staring in disbelief and fury.

“Amy! Are you insane?! You bit me!”

I looked up at him—and laughed.

“Yes. I was insane to ever believe you were a good person. You’re a murderer. You killed your own son.”

His face darkened. The next second, a sharp sting pierced my arm.

Just before I blacked out, I saw him panic for the first time.

When I came to, a man’s voice hovered in my ears.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Klawn. It’s just a tranquilizer. The madam was too agitated. Let her rest.”

I slowly opened my eyes.

But what I saw wasn’t James.

It was a man I didn’t know—half-undressed, his expression twisted into a leering smile.

“Madam, you must be lonely. I’m here to keep you company.”

I stared at him, numb.

I didn’t feel fear anymore. Not anger. Nothing.

Only when his hand reached toward me did something in me snap.

CRASH!

A cup flew through the air and shattered against his head.

He let out a guttural cry, collapsing to the floor. The door burst open.

Natalie stood there.

She looked genuinely startled—for a moment.

“Amy... you're still recovering. How could you seduce someone into your room like this? James would be heartbroken if he saw this.”

Once upon a time, I would’ve screamed in defense, fought to explain myself.

Now?

I just smiled, cold as ice.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Natalie stumbled back a step, startled by my tone.

Then came footsteps—fast, heavy.

James burst into the room.

His face went ghostly pale the moment he saw the scene. His expression tightened in fury as his eyes locked on me.

“Amy. Explain. Who is this man?”