After I Died, My Husband Cried with Regret

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!"