Finding Myself: Starting from Leaving the Devil Ex-husband

I was discharged two days earlier than planned.

After leaving the hospital, I chose a cemetery near the old house, facing the sea and the mountains, where my mother-in-law's ashes could rest, overlooking the old home.

She had told me long ago about the many places she and my father-in-law had planned to visit but never did. Young, they couldn't leave Alan; old, their health prevented them from traveling.

I thought her ashes scattering in the wind might be a good thing. She could travel to all the cities she and her husband had planned to visit, free from any responsibilities or constraints.

And maybe she could meet her husband again in another dimension.

After dealing with my mother-in-law's affairs, I returned home to pack, taking only important documents and a few changes of clothes, leaving everything else behind.

I packed leisurely, not worrying about running into Alan. In the two years we were married, he barely came home.

He was always busy.

Before his fame, he was known in the industry for his relentless work ethic, taking every role and running between sets daily.

I learned to drive during that time because he had no assistant, let alone a dedicated car. Taxis were too expensive, so he drove himself.

Distances between sets were vast, and minor roles would be replaced if late, so he often went days without sleep.

To let him rest during the drives, I overcame my fears and learned to drive, picking him up and dropping him off daily.

At that time, my irregular meals due to his schedule led to stomach problems, but I never felt it was hard or tiring. At least those were the days we spent the most time together.

After he became famous, besides work, there were endless social engagements. But by then, he had an assistant, a dedicated car, and even a personal driver, so he didn't need me anymore.

Unexpectedly, when I finished packing and was about to leave, I ran into him at home, with Divina behind him.

I didn't know when their relationship became so close that he brought her home. If the paparazzi caught this, Alan's scandal-free record would be broken.

But it had nothing to do with me. Since I decided to let go, whether he lived a good life or not, his life was his own.

He saw me and mocked, "Weren't you in the hospital? I haven't been home for a few days and how did our home become a hospital?"

"None of your business," I said, dragging my suitcase.

He blocked me, asking, "Did you say something to Mom? Why hasn't she come home? She doesn't answer my calls. Don't think you can act recklessly just because Mom favors you."

Divina stepped forward, "Miss Smith, Alan and his mother have depended on each other for years. I don't think you should sow discord between them. After all, we are adults, not children who run to the teacher whenever there's a fight."

Alan said coldly, "You wanted the divorce. Even if Mom disagrees, it doesn't matter. Adults must face the consequences of their words."

I looked at him and handed him a business card with the cemetery's address, "Mom passed away. This is the address. She's on the top row, the third one."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He looked at me in amazement, and it took him a while to react, still in disbelief.

Divina took the card, glanced at it, crumpled it, and threw it away, "Miss Smith, I've warned you before when you said such words! Now you come up with another business card to spread such lies! Though people today aren't superstitious, using such ill omens on the elderly repeatedly is too vicious!"

I looked at Alan, "In a few days, someone will contact you for the household deregistration. The death certificate is issued and it is in the study."

I glanced at Divina and added, "Oh, on the day of the cremation, I called you. This Miss White answered the call."

Divina's face turned pale, trying to explain, "Alan, listen to me. She must have said it on purpose. So I didn't tell you to not upset you."

I smiled faintly, interrupting her, "That day, if you hadn't taken Miss White to see some night scenery and rushed over by helicopter, maybe Mom could have been saved. Also, the box Miss White knocked over at the old house contained Mom's ashes. The grave holds only an empty box."

With that, I pushed past them and walked out.

Behind me, Alan frantically pulled out his phone, "Quickly, find out where my mom is. Her ID number is..."