After Our Daughter's Death, My Wife Was Severely Criticized Online

In an instant, anger flooded the woman's eyes. "Kyle, are you really following me during my work hours?"

I ignored her and placed the bouquet of daisies I had brought on Emma's grave.

My silence only fueled Sophie's rage. "Kyle! How could I have been so blind to think I could be with a loser like you?"

I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Yes, how had I not seen it before?

With a cold voice, I replied, "Sophie, let's find a time to get a divorce."

"Fine, but Emma is my daughter. I want custody. I'm afraid if she's with you, she'll starve!"

I didn't respond and walked straight out of the cemetery.

Just as I stepped outside, I heard the sound of digging behind me.

"This spot is nice; it's a good resting place for the baby," someone said.

Turning around, I saw two figures digging up the grave, revealing a dark red urn just barely exposed.

Sophie recoiled, covering her nose. "Who put this here? It's so unlucky!"

Ethan comforted her with a gentle pat on the back and reached for the urn, preparing to toss it away.

The urn sailed through the air in a graceful arc, its lid popping open mid-flight, scattering Emma's ashes across the ground like confetti.

In that moment, something inside me shattered completely.

I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to gather the ashes back together.

The rain poured down heavily, threatening to wash away the very soil of the cemetery.

Just as I managed to scoop some ashes into my hands, the rain washed them away, spilling through my fingers and merging with the mud below.

Sophie watched my futile attempts and snapped in frustration, "This isn't even your child's ashes! What are you doing?"