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Love's Retribution: Seeking Justice from an Ex

After her mother's passing, she cherished a final bag of handmade sandwiches, freezing them as a precious keepsake before traveling alone to bury her mother. Her husband, making excuses, refused to join her. Though she explicitly warned him to leave her mother's last gift untouched, he casually dismissed her. Returning early from the funeral, she is shattered to find his friend, Marisa Bright, wearing his clothes and holding the irreplaceable sandwiches.
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Chapter 2

We had been married for three years and known each other for seven, but Devon never defended me like this before.

I thought he was just introverted and bad at expressing himself.

I never imagined he had given his affection to another woman.

Devon nervously took Marisa's hand and gently blew on it. "It's okay, Marisa. Don't worry."

That hot soup felt like it had been poured over my heart, burning it.

"Devon, do you know what you're eating?" I asked.

"Just some sandwiches. What's the big deal? You're just being petty and jealous of Marisa. I told you. We're buddies," he replied.

Marisa chimed in, "Devon, I'm different from those jealous women. You don't have to worry about me. Just go comfort your wife."

I was so furious that tears streamed down my face.

"That was a memory from my mom. She made those sandwiches for me right before she died," I said.

Devon looked up, frowning deeply.

"Stop talking nonsense. What kind of condition was your mom in? How could she make sandwiches? Can you think before you lie?" he retorted.

The power of a mother's love was immense.

Before she passed away, my mom had a moment of clarity. She asked someone to buy the freshest shrimp and vegetables.

She peeled the shrimp, washed the vegetables, and made the dough all by herself.

Wearing an oxygen mask, she could barely knead the dough with her frail hands, yet she insisted on finishing those sandwiches for me.

Before she died, my mom held my hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

"I wanted to make you twenty, but I just don't have the strength. I only made seventeen. After I'm gone, remember to take care of yourself," she said.

She had made those sandwiches from morning till night.

On the day of her cremation, I couldn't eat anything.

In the end, I heated five sandwiches, but I didn't feel hungry at all the whole day.

I froze the remaining twelve.

Those twelve sandwiches were the pillars of my mother's love, holding up my life.

As long as I had that box of sandwiches, it felt like my mom hadn't left me.

But now, Devon and Marisa had ruined everything.

They made my mother die again.