For His First Love, My Husband Killed My Mother

Only a thin door separated me from Jacob, and I never wanted to see him again.

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Jacob. [Juli, get some rest. Don’t worry about the funeral arrangements—I’ll make sure your mother has a grand farewell.]

I replied with a simple answer. [Hmm.]

Then, I sent a message to my lawyer, [Draft a divorce agreement for me.]

The funeral was grand.

Because of Jacob’s status in the business world, many people came to pay their respects.

He truly did what he promised—he gave my mother a dignified send-off. But all I wanted was for her to be alive. Even if it meant living a quiet, unnoticed life.

'Mom, I miss you so much.'

I knelt in front of her portrait, silently shedding tears.

Suddenly, a mocking voice sounded behind me.

"Juliana, everyone dies eventually. My condolences."

I froze.

When I turned around, I saw Wendy standing there.

She wore a black trench coat and held a bouquet of white roses, clearly here for the funeral. But beneath her coat’s collar, a flash of bright red fabric peeked through.

This was my mother’s funeral. I didn’t want to make a scene and disturb her peace in the afterlife.

Suppressing the fire in my chest, I merely nodded.

But Wendy didn’t leave. Instead, she casually tossed the white roses in front of my mother’s portrait.

Staring at the photo, she sighed regretfully.

"Auntie never got to find the person who blinded her before she died. Isn’t that such a pity?"

I responded coldly, "Justice sees all. I’ve hired someone to continue the investigation. The culprit won’t escape."

For a brief moment, panic flickered in Wendy’s eyes. But she quickly recovered, letting out a chuckle. "After so many years? I doubt that you’ll find anything."

She sighed dramatically. "I wonder if Auntie was able to pass away peacefully."

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she covered her mouth with a giggle.

"Oh, my mistake. Auntie was blind—she had already 'closed her eyes' long ago."

Rage boiled inside me. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Wendy let out a sharp scream and collapsed to the ground. Her cry immediately drew the attention of all the guests.

Clutching her cheek, she began to sob pitifully. "Jacob and I were just ordinary college classmates. If you don’t like me being around him, I’ll stop seeing him."

"Juliana, I know you’ve never liked me, but I came today to pay my respects."

"Causing such a scene at a funeral... How can Auntie rest in peace?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say a word, Jacob rushed over.

He didn’t ask what had happened. He didn’t even hesitate. All he did was hold Wendy up with a look of deep concern.

I stepped forward. "Jacob, just now—"

Before I could say anything more, he cut me off, his voice furious. "Get out!"

He shoved me forcefully.

I staggered back and fell to the ground. The bouquet of white roses Wendy had brought landed beside me—its thorns pierced into my palm.

It hurt.

But Jacob didn’t notice.

Instead, he towered over me, berating me mercilessly.

"Juliana, is this what you call being magnanimous?"

"How many times do I have to say it? Wendy and I are just normal classmates."

"I’ve tolerated your jealousy before, but today is your mother’s funeral! Can’t you at least act with some dignity?"

"Honestly, I’m embarrassed for you."

With that, Jacob helped Wendy to her feet and walked away—leaving me there, alone.

I never imagined that the man who had once been so gentle and caring would humiliate me like this in front of my mother’s portrait, without even listening to my side of the story.

The murmurs of the guests reached my ears.