Love to the End and See the Light Again

I hadn't finished decorating Elaine's grave yet. I designed the cursive script for the words on the tombstone myself, but I hadn't copied them yet, and the same went for the photos, so the tombstone was still empty.

"Sir, we will settle this matter privately. Sorry for bothering you."

The policeman wanted to speak, but I stopped him.

"Don't worry."

After the police left, Colt thought I agreed. His tone softened. "Don't worry. I'll contact the medical team that will perform surgery on Elaine. They'll be here in the next two days."

I didn't respond to him, but bent down to pick up Elaine's urn and held it in my arms.

I carefully wiped the dust off the urn with my sleeve.

"Ms. Yale, don't worry. We will give you double the money. Thank you for giving this tomb to Pag."

I raised my head and looked at Amy.

I said, "I didn't agree. Even if you offer the Simpson Group to me, it's not yours.

"Sorry. Colt and I haven't divorced yet. You are not his wife."

After I said that, I looked at Colt and thought of all the harsh words I could say.

"Colt, you are worse than a dog. Amy took this dog with her when she left, and brought it back when she came back. And I took you in for sixteen years out of kindness.

"But from today on, I don't want you anymore.

"Amy, please take this dog away. Don't let it bother me here."

Colt's face turned red because of what I said, and his eyes were filled with anger as if he wanted to kill me.

He took the urn from Amy's hand, walked straight up to me, and was about to place the urn inside.

Colt said, "Myrna, I should not respect you. Every penny you spend is mine. This tomb was also bought with my money. Get out of here!"

I was caught off guard. He pushed me hard, causing me to fall down.

The lid of the urn fell off, and the ashes were scattered into the snow and mixed with it.

I lay on the ground in despair, trying desperately to collect the scattered ashes back into the urn. But a cold wind blew. The ashes and snowflakes on the snow melted together.

The ashes were blown apart.

Colt's assistant called him.

"Mr. Simpson, I just contacted Ms. Simpson's attending physician, and he said that she had passed away ten days ago.

"I checked and found out that Mrs. Simpson arranged the funeral by herself and buried Ms. Simpson in the Highmont Cemetery."