After the Cruel Marriage Broke Up

Vincent's fingers were shaking violently in front of my eyes because of anger.

He was not rushing back to attend Jenny's funeral, nor was he bringing Vivian back to apologize to Jenny.

He killed his mother, and now he was slandering her for stealing things.

I felt sorry for Jenny.

"Vincent, your mother died because of you. Now you are even slandering her. How could you do this? Won't you feel guilty?"

Seeing that I was stubborn, Vincent grabbed my hair and asked me to look at his phone.

"Open your eyes wide. My mother is alive. It must be you who complained to her, so she ran to do bad things in Vivian's house.

"My mother is old. You can vent your anger on me. Why did you torture her?

"Because she stole Vivian's ID card, we missed our flight today and can't go meet the client. You made Vivian's efforts for several months in vain!"

Vincent was so angry that he grabbed my scalp hard.

I saw the video on his phone.

The surveillance camera at Vivian's home captured a woman who entered her home yesterday wrapped tightly. Not only did she make the house a mess, but she also stuffed a card into her arms when she left the study.

Judging from her figure, she did look a bit like Jenny, even wearing the same clothes as her.

But Jenny was cremated five days ago.

I knew Vivian hired this person to slander Jenny.

Vivian shook Vincent's arm with tears in her eyes. Every time she shook it, my scalp felt a sharp pain.

But I felt more pain in my heart because Vivian’s home was the apartment where Vincent and I lived when we were in love.

He said that if I was unhappy one day, I could go back there and stay for a while.

He said that the warm and sweet memories there could soothe all my unhappiness.

Later, I quarreled with him because of Vivian, but I found that the locks of the apartment had been changed.

Vincent said the apartment was rented out, so I gave up.

It turned out that Vivian lived there.

I noticed that Vincent’s clothes were hanging on the balcony.

"Mrs. James, stop it. If I have done anything wrong to you, please tell me and I will apologize to you. But you shouldn't torture Vincent's parents. Do you know how much effort Vincent and I put in to get this cooperation opportunity?

"Vincent works hard with us in the company every day while you rest at home. Are you not satisfied? Why do you let Vincent's effort in vain just because you want to target me?"

Vivian's words moved Vincent very much.

"Vivian, don't tell her about this. She won't understand my hard work and difficulties. I should have divorced her earlier so that my mother wouldn't have to bear a bad reputation. Now even my father can't rest in peace."

Vincent pointed at the urn in the cemetery and ordered me, "Sandy, take this box away and apologize to my dad!"

I looked at him with sympathy.

"These are your mother's ashes. Her last wish was to be buried with your father."

Vivian widened her eyes and added fuel to the fire.

"Vincent, didn't you say that besides loving you, Mrs. James loves your mother the most? Now it seems that she doesn't love your parents at all. Are you sure that she really loves you? Is she acting..."

Vincent got angry because of Vivian's words. As he pushed me down the stairs, he took out Jenny's urn and smashed it on the ground.

The ashes were scattered.

Regardless of the pain in my body, I rushed to grab Jenny's ashes.

"Vincent, drink some water to calm down. I don't blame your mother for taking my ID card. I can apply for a new one. I'll try to talk with the client later. The most urgent thing is to restore your father's grave to its original state. We shouldn't disturb him."

Vincent, with red eyes, took the water and poured it all over my face.

“No! No!”

My pleading seemed to give Vincent the pleasure of revenge. With a sneer, he blew all the ashes that I had picked up with great difficulty into the wind.

I couldn’t catch the ashes in the wind or hold up the ashes in the water.

I couldn't hold back my sadness any longer, with tears in my eyes.

"Jenny, I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."

If it weren't for my fever, such a kind person as Jenny wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation.

"Sandy, you are so vicious. You are still cursing Vincent's mother. This box of ashes is just flour, right? You wanted to put it in Vincent's father's grave to disturb his peace. He didn't offend you. How could you be so vicious..."

Hearing Vivian’s words, I wanted to tear her mouth apart.

I got up and knocked Vivian to the ground. I kept punching her face, but I couldn't vent my anger.

Vincent immediately pulled me away from Vivian. He pushed me in front of his father's tombstone and forced me to apologize.

My head hit the tombstone and started bleeding. As I struggled desperately, I heard a familiar voice.

"Stop!"