Love and Revenge: When His First Love Keeps Challenging Me

I placed Dad's urn in his favorite cabin.

Dad built this cabin and stored in it the fruit wine he made himself, and we would enjoy a few drinks on the weekends we spent together.

I had just contacted Uncle Anderson, who was in charge of the burial, when Chris showed up.

Following him was Annabella, who was holding a puppy in her arms.

Chris had a wander around the house before asking, "Where's Dad?"

I glared at him, "How dare you mention Dad now?"

Chris frowned while containing his anger and said, "It's too hot in the city. Annabella wanted several days of country life, so I took her here to stay at Dad's."

It was not a question, but a statement.

A wave of anger came over me, but before I could say anything, Chris continued, "It'd be nice if Dad can get us some fresh fruit and his fruit wine for Bella."

I spat at him fiercely, "Piss off! Both of you!"

Annabella looked terrified. She hid behind Chris and muttered displeasedly, "Eileen is being so rude. She doesn't deserve Chris at all."

Chris retorted in a tone of warning, "Enough, Eileen! Dad said I could treat this house and this field like they're my home, and I can do whatever I want here!"

Annabella looked at me with an aggressive smile in her eyes, "I understand how you feel, Eileen. Chris has always been out of your league, so it's only natural that you're so conscious about personal gains and losses.

Besides, isn't your Dad nice to Chris because of his family fortune and his usefulness?"

"Don't worry, I won't be a freeloader. Ask your Dad to give me a number, and I'll willingly pay every penny."

Her words were full of innuendo; I couldn't tolerate her slandering Dad like that. I was about to drive them away with a broom when the sound of something shattering rang out inside the cabin.

I hurried into the cabin, only to see the puppy Annabella brought with her making a fuss on the table. The jars of fruit wine and my father's urn, which I placed on the table, were shattered on the ground, with a mixture of ash and wine splashed all over the place.

Before I could recover from my grief and anger, Bella rushed inside and picked up her puppy, "Oh, this place is a mess. Are you hurt, puppy?"

She did all that while trampling my father's ashes!

I couldn't stand it anymore and ran over and slapped her hard.

The next moment, Chris pushed me away with great force.

I lost balance and hit my stomach on the corner of the table by my side, the great pain almost making me breathless.

Chris's eyes burnt with anger,

"How dare you hit Bella? Is that how Dad raised you, Eileen? Looks like countrymen never learn!"

His face was full of disgust with no trace of its past gentleness.

Uncle Anderson, who was in charge of Dad's burial, showed up at this time. Looking at all the mess in front of him, he was shocked and angry.

"It's your old man as well we're talking about, right, Chris? How can you do something as wicked as this?"

Chris looked puzzled, "What do you mean, Uncle? A few jars of fruit wine broke; that's all."

"Fruit wine? That's your Dad's ashes on the ground!"

Chris turned extremely pale in disbelief upon hearing this, "What...?"