My Brother Was Dying, My Wife Was Flirting

Even the funeral, I planned to hold in our marital home.

When everything was nearly ready, I stepped out to the store. But when I returned, I froze in shock.

The solemn white funeral had been turned into a carnival—lanterns and balloons hanging everywhere, the place decorated like a wedding hall.

The photo of Daniel I had just printed was punctured with pen marks and scribbled over with colored ink, his face unrecognizable.

The urn beside it was shattered into pieces, mixed with grains and flour.

My face twisted in fury.

“Who did this?”

The workers exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to speak.

Finally, the butler stepped forward.

“Sir, it was Ryan. He came here to collect some things, brought a group with him, and deliberately made this mess. He even said… it was at Ms. Carter’s request.”

I almost laughed in outrage and immediately called Olivia.

“Are you even human? This is your brother’s funeral. How could you let Ryan desecrate it like this?”

Before I could finish, Olivia’s cold voice came from behind me.

“Desecrate? I don’t think so.”

“I think it looks festive—cheerful, even.”

I spun around. Olivia stood there, hands in her pockets, a mocking smile curling at her lips.

I turned pale with anger.

“Olivia! This is your brother. He’s dead, and you still humiliate him like this?”

Her smile deepened.

“Oh, now you’re anxious? Did you forget—last time you stopped me from leaving, Ryan’s puppy died because no one could save it. Do you remember how desperate I was?”

“That puppy was Ryan’s treasure, like his child.”

“And what did you say then?”

‘Things like this happen. Just bury it anywhere.’”

Her grin sharpened, cruel and cold.

“Now I’m giving your words right back to you. And frankly, I think Ryan’s idea is brilliant. Your brother was pathetic and unlucky—this way, at least he goes out with a bang.”

Go out with a bang.

So this was her revenge, for Ryan’s dead dog.

But she’d miscalculated.

I sneered and shook my head.

“If this is what you want… then so be it. I have no objection.”

Behind her, Ryan covered his mouth and giggled.

“Ms. Carter, see how considerate Mr. Carter is? He must be afraid you’ll really divorce him. But don’t worry, I’ve already forgiven him on behalf of the dog!”

As if that weren’t outrageous enough, Olivia grew even bolder, scanning the funeral site.

“Tsk, tsk—our marital home, turned into a funeral parlor? No way. Clear this out and move it all to the dog kennel.”

“Your brother wasn’t even married. Since your parents don’t agree to hold it here, the dog kennel will do just fine.”

The workers glanced at me uncertainly.

I sneered.

“You heard her. Do as Ms. Carter says.”

On the day of the funeral, guests who came to pay respects were horrified to find the ceremony set up in a dog kennel.

“This is madness! Who holds a funeral in a dog kennel? That’s insulting the dead!”

“It’s outrageous. Even if his sister thinks he was worthless, she can’t humiliate him like this!”

But Olivia didn’t hear a word.

Wearing a bright red dress, she deliberately strolled through the funeral, smirking triumphantly at my pale face.