After My Daughter Died, I Never Forgave My Ex-husband

"Are you taking revenge on me? Rachel, you know I met Kate, so you curse Tania to get back at me?" Adam’s voice rose in desperation, his tone wild as he yelled at me, like a cornered animal lashing out.

I met his crazed gaze with calm resolve. "So, why did you want to see her?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

Adam’s eyes flickered with panic and for a moment, he seemed lost for words. Then he stammered, "Kate just said it very clearly—she came to say goodbye. Don’t I even have the right to say goodbye to her?"

I wasn’t buying his feeble excuse. "Then tell me," I pressed, "why would she answer your phone while you were in the shower?"

His panic deepened, evident in his trembling voice as he stepped closer to me. He lowered his voice, a desperate attempt to contain the situation. "Rachel, there are people here. Let’s not argue in front of them. I’ll explain everything when we get home."

The sound of my hand meeting his cheek echoed through the cemetery. "Scumbag!" I spat, my voice dripping with the disdain I had kept buried for too long. "Adam, I’m 32 years old. I have loved you for 32 years. And what have you done in return?"

Adam looked at me in disbelief, his hand slowly rising to his cheek where I had struck him. "You… you hit me?" he stammered, as though the very idea was inconceivable.

I had always been the one to take care of him, the one to love him unconditionally, more than his own family. I had never raised a hand against him, never even spoken a harsh word to him. And now, here we were.

But before I could say more, Kate rushed forward, pushing me with surprising force. "Rachel, I won’t let you hurt Adam! You forced me to go abroad and I left him to you—not so you could bully him!"

I stared at her, incredulous. "I forced you to go abroad?" I repeated, the absurdity of her accusation almost making me laugh.

"Kate, did Rachel really force you to go abroad?" Adam asked, his expression cold as he turned to her.

Kate lowered her head, her voice trembling with mock humility. "Adam, it’s all in the past. Let’s not bring it up again. If she hadn’t hit you, I would’ve kept it to myself."

Adam’s gaze shifted back to me, suspicion clouding his eyes. "Is it true, Rachel? Did you force her?"

I shook my head, too exhausted to defend myself against their twisted narrative. "It doesn’t matter," I said, waving them off. "Just get out of here. I don’t want to see either of you again."

Kate clung to Adam, her voice wavering with faux distress. "Brother Adam, what about our Peggy? We’ve already canceled it on QQ and now we don’t even have a place to bury her. It’s so pitiful."

Adam took a deep breath, his expression hardening as he looked at me. "Rachel, stop causing trouble. Give up the cemetery plot. Tania doesn’t need it because I’ve found a donor with Kate’s help and Tania will be fine."

Kate’s involvement in this, the casual way Adam mentioned her, sent a fresh wave of disgust washing over me. "Adam," I sneered, "you disgust me. You think you can cut ties with your ex-girlfriend by burying a doll and calling it a ceremony? What kind of person are you?"

Kate, of course, burst into tears again. "Peggy isn’t just a doll! She was a part of our lives, just like your daughter is to you!"

"Don’t you dare mention my daughter!" I roared, my anger reaching its boiling point as I lunged at her.

But Adam grabbed me before I could strike her again, throwing me aside with a force that sent me stumbling to the ground. He stood over me, his face contorted with anger. "Rachel, stop this now!"

He turned to the group of people Kate had brought with her. "Dig out the coffin and take away the tombstone!" he ordered, his voice cold and unyielding.

"No!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet and rushing toward them, but Adam grabbed me, holding me tightly as I struggled. I wanted to tell him the truth, to scream at him that our daughter was already gone, but he silenced me, covering my mouth with his hand. "Rachel, listen to me—stop talking now!"

The sound of shovels hitting the earth rang out as the coffin was dug up. And then, as they lifted it, the coffin fell and flipped over with a sickening crash. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed in the still air.

My heart sank as I realized what had happened. My daughter’s urn—it was broken.

"Get out of here!" I bit down on Adam’s hand, hard and broke free from his grip. I rushed to the coffin, my hands trembling as I begged the workers, "Open it, please! My daughter’s urn is broken!"

They hesitated, their eyes wide with shock. "Open it!" I screamed. "Her ashes—please!"

The cemetery staff hurried over and opened the lid. Inside, the urn was shattered, the delicate porcelain pieces mixed with the ashes of my beloved daughter. The sight broke something inside me. Ignoring the sharp edges that cut into my fingers, I began to gather the ashes, my tears falling onto the fragments.

Adam stood frozen, his face a mask of horror and disbelief. "Rachel… What is this? Why are there ashes?"

One of the cemetery workers looked at him with pity. "Mr. Lambert, you didn’t know? Your daughter passed away over ten days ago."

"Impossible!" Adam whispered, his voice shaking as he fumbled for his phone. He dialed his assistant with trembling hands. "My daughter…"

The assistant’s voice was sober on the other end. "Mr. Lambert, your daughter's condition worsened. There was an organ donation, but someone intercepted it. She… she didn’t make it."