After all, they were Michelle's parents' ashes—they needed to go back to her.

I picked up the ashes, threw them in whatever bottle I had on hand, and handed it over.

"Here. Mom's remains."

Michelle snatched it from me with a scoff.

"We're about to be divorced. Don't act like we're still family. I don't have parents that stupid."

She spat right into the ashes.

Teddy grabbed the cremation certificate before I could stop him, let his dog pee all over it, and stomped on it a few times for good measure.

I'd just gotten off the phone with the police when I saw Teddy exhale in relief.

He shot me a smug look. He thought that by destroying the name on the certificate, I wouldn't be able to prove who the bodies belonged to—let alone get the police to arrest him.

Too bad for him.

I stared back without flinching.

Michelle noticed his strange behavior and gave him a confused look.

Teddy started stammering.

"I—I was just taking the dog out to do his business. I was going to clean it up since we're in public, but I didn't expect the certificate to fall right into the puddle."

Michelle, who'd just called her own parents brain-dead, wasn't exactly a genius herself.

She brightened like she'd figured something out.

"Oh, is that all? Let me help."

She marched over to the puddle of urine and dumped the ashes straight into it.

The loose powder instantly clumped together.

Michelle wore a sweet smile, but her actions were anything but.

"See, Grant? Isn't this thoughtful of me?"

Thoughtful? I didn't see that. Cruel? Absolutely.

First, she didn't even claim her parents' bodies—left them for the birds to pick apart. Then she mixed their ashes with dog urine.

Any one of those alone would be enough to get her punished by the heavens.

I'm guessing when they reincarnate, they'll carry that stench with them.

Raising a daughter like that—they really failed as parents.

I couldn't be bothered to argue. I just said flatly, "Sure. Can we sign the papers now?"

She froze. Something felt off to her.

Maybe she realized she'd gone too far, because her voice suddenly turned small and hesitant.

"If you're upset, I can rinse the ashes off when we get home."

Hearing that, I didn't even question her brain—I questioned why I'd ever married someone like her in the first place.

I snapped impatiently, "Are you signing or not? Because if not, I'll make sure everyone sees what you two just did."

I held up my phone. Teddy's voice went shaky.

"Michelle..."

She'd been about to say something to me—maybe even try to hold on—but Teddy's teary eyes cut her off.

Michelle looked at the man pleading with her, softened, and shot me one last hateful glare.

She signed in a flash and flung the divorce papers right in my face.

"I was going to show you some pity. But you threw that away yourself. You've gotten used to the good life my family and I gave you. Without me? Let's see how you manage."

Before I could react, she grabbed my phone and smashed it to pieces.

"Ungrateful dog—can't change its nature. I gave you a privileged life, and you still try to bite the hand that feeds you."

Watching her make a complete fool of herself actually put me in a good mood.

Not because I'd lost it—but because the Reid family had only gotten where they were with my help. And now, this ingrate was barking at me like I was nothing.

I picked up the divorce papers and let it slide. She wasn't worth the energy.

But Michelle, seeing I wasn't angry, only got more furious. She ripped a fire hose off the wall and washed the entire mess of ashes straight down the drain.

As she laughed like a maniac, I watched the gray slurry swirl into the sewer and spoke with satisfaction.

"No grave. No rest. Just a drainpipe, in-laws."

What do you call that? Evil people get what's coming to them—from other evil people.

"Are you cursing my parents?!" she screamed.

She aimed the hose at me, but hit the police officer who'd just walked in instead.

The officer shot her an annoyed look, but did his job and walked straight up to Teddy.

"Teddy Williams. You're under suspicion for the murders of Michael and Susan Reid. You'll need to come with us."

Michelle froze solid. Her face went blank.

"That's impossible! You've got the wrong names!"

The officer, already irritated with her, held up his badge right in front of her face.

"The deceased are your parents, ma'am. We understand you're grieving, but please don't interfere with official business."

At those words, Michelle collapsed to the ground.