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

Jeff's chest heaved as his eyes, bloodshot, locked onto mine.

Suddenly, he grabbed my throat. "I used to think you were just manipulative," he growled.

"But now, you dare put my mom's picture on an urn."

Breathing became more and more difficult, and tears—this time from the lack of oxygen—streamed from my eyes.

After several years of marriage, my husband, whom I loved deeply, was now full of doubts about me.

Despite the suffocating grip around my neck, I looked at him and smiled bitterly. "Since yesterday, has Mom appeared even once?"

Jeff's grip loosened slightly. Right, why hadn't he heard from his mother since yesterday?

I coughed violently, gasping for air, while Jeff frantically pulled out his phone, trying to call his mother—only to be met with no answer. Deep inside, I felt a strange satisfaction.

"No way!" He threw his phone in anger and snatched the urn from my arms, laughing and crying at the same time.

"My mother can't be dead," he said, his voice trembling.

I closed my eyes, the image of my mother-in-law lying on the side of the road, desperately dialing her son over and over again, only to be hung up on, filling my mind.

Mom, just wait a little longer. I'll bring Jeff back soon to arrange your funeral.

"Jeff! Don't believe her!" Ida suddenly rushed forward, shoving me away.

"Your mom is not dead!"

"What? A shocking twist?" Viewers in the livestream chat exploded with comments.

"See? I knew that crazy woman was lying!"

"I hate people who curse others' parents. Get ready, I'm on my way to teach her a lesson!"

"I support you! She should pay the price!"

"What did you just say?" Jeff turned to Ida, glaring.

Ida waved Jeff's phone in front of him. "I just got a call from the insurance company. They said your mom took out a policy recently and needed confirmation."

"You tell him to keep her here! I'll go find Mom!" Jeff yelled.

I collapsed to the ground, my palms digging into sharp stones. Hearing this, I screamed in disbelief.

"No way!"

"That policy was taken out a few days ago. Maybe it just arrived at the insurance company today." I scrambled to get up, trying to explain.

"Call them and check! Ask them!"

"Enough!" Jeff shouted, losing patience. Ignoring the cameras around him, he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

Barely containing his anger, he pointed at me with tears in my eyes, "Once I bring Mom home, we're getting a divorce!"

Before he left, he glanced at the urn. In my desperate sobs, he threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

I stared at the scattered ashes on the floor, utterly devastated, looking at the enraged Jeff.

At that moment, the man who had once smiled so warmly at me died in my heart.

Now, we had become the most familiar strangers.

"Good God!" Ida gasped, covering her mouth and stepping back. "Diana, Auntie isn't even dead. You already stuck her photo on the urn, but how could you also..."

She glanced at me with reproach, further inciting Jeff's uncontrollable rage.