My Husband Poured His Mother-in-Law's Ashes into the Toilet

Barely holding myself together, I made my way to where Ida's livestream was being filmed.

As soon as the staff heard I was Jeff's wife, their expressions changed, and they quickly let me in.

I pushed through the crowd and finally found Jeff, who was hugging Ida and competing.

The two of them clung to each other, their faces filled with happy smiles.

"Jeff! Mom is gone, come back and see her off on her final journey," I shouted, ignoring the cameras still rolling around us.

Annoyed by my interruption, Jeff shook off my hand and gently placed Ida on the ground.

"Wait here for me. I'll take care of this, alright?" Jeff said as he draped a coat over Ida.

Ida coyly nodded and tugged at his hand. "I'll wait for you."

The livestream viewers were confused by my appearance.

"Who is she?"

"No idea, she looks like some kind of crazy woman."

"I think I heard the staff say she's Jeff's wife..."

"What?! Impossible! Isn't he supposed to be Ida's perfect match? They look so good together!"

The people around me started pointing and whispering.

A troublesome matter? To him, my mother-in-law's passing and our family were just a 'troublesome matter'.

I took a deep breath, holding back my tears, and said, "Come back with me to see Mom off on her final journey. You know her greatest wish was for us to be by her side when she passed."

A staff member moved to cut the livestream, but the director raised his hand to stop them.

"What? Did Jeff's mother pass away?"

"Does that mean this woman is really Jeff's wife?"

"So what does that make Ida?"

For a moment, Jeff's gaze towards me turned ice-cold, filled with disgust and hatred.

He grabbed my chin harshly and spat, "Diana Smith! You can cause trouble all you want, but now you're cursing my mother's death, aren't you?!"

"My mom was always so good to you, and you dare bring her into this for some other man. You're so vile!"

"Yeah, Diana," Ida chimed in, disapprovingly shaking her head at me.

"Auntie always said she treated you like her own daughter. It was you who forced Jeff into marriage. Now, how can you joke about her death?"

"Turns out this woman forced him into marriage!"

"And she's even joking about someone else's mother? Despicable!"

"No way could a crazy woman like her compare to my little angel, Ida."

"Just divorce already! The one who's not loved is the real third wheel!"

I shook my head in disbelief, stepping back a few paces. I removed the backpack from my shoulders and carefully took out my mother-in-law's urn.

"What?! Could she really be dead?" someone typed in the comments.

"It doesn't seem like she's faking..."

"Is she carrying an urn to ruin my little angel's love show? Why doesn't she just die already?"

"Hold on, folks, I'm heading over now. I want to see what tricks this vile woman is trying to pull!"

As I held up the urn, the staff anxiously looked at the director, who wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was no longer something he could stop even if he wanted to.

Jeff stared in disbelief at the photo on the urn, reaching out as if to touch it but then pulling back.

I trembled, clutching the urn tightly. My voice quivered as I said, "I didn't lie to you. Mom... Mom passed away that rainy night..."

Tears fell onto the urn, one after another, as I hugged it tightly. I didn't force Jeff into marriage, nor did I curse his mother's death.

I grew up without a mother. My father, a compulsive gambler, made beating me a daily routine.

Whenever he lost, he'd come home demanding money. If I didn't have any, he'd beat me and threaten to make me quit school so he could sell me off for bride price money.

To continue my education, I would wash dishes after school. That pitiful wage held all my hopes for the future.

But as his gambling debts grew, I had no choice but to start selling my blood.

Eventually, he got caught up in a police raid, and I finally had a brief respite when he was sent away.

In college, word spread about my gambling-addict father, and everyone started avoiding me.

That's when Jeff, who was a student counselor, took notice of me. Over time, we became close.

After hearing my story, he held my hand tenderly, saying he'd give me the loving home I'd never had, making up for all the love I had missed.

But then Ida came back from abroad, and I learned that she was his high school sweetheart.

Just like the cliché in a novel, Jeff drifted away from our family and gravitated toward Ida.

He even abandoned me when I was pregnant, causing me to miscarry.

While I was grieving the loss of our child, he was with Ida, supporting her during her livestreams.

Yet because of my mother-in-law, I never divorced him.

He gave me a very good mother, and after we got married, my mother-in-law treated me like her own daughter.

I experienced motherly love for the first time in my life.

I couldn't let go of the man I once loved deeply. I thought if I just waited a little longer, if we had a child, if enough time passed, he would come back to the family and become the husband who once treasured me.

I clung to the love Jeff had given me, praying that he would return to my side.

But I waited and waited, and all I got in the end was my mother-in-law's corpse and the news that Jeff was appearing on a dating show with Ida.

Now, the last person in this world who loved me had been killed by her own son!