My Husband Killed My Dad

I struggled to break free from them and my high heels stomped on their feet.

They let me go in pain and I immediately hugged the urn and ran to the door without even bothering to take the salute.

Darren rushed up quickly and grabbed my wrist.

“Penelope, where do you want to run to? What are you holding all the time?”

He used his other hand to grab the urn and I held it tightly in my arms with my back to him.

The two men quickly grabbed me again and Darren used his strength to pry open my fingers one by one and snatched my father’s urn.

I almost begged him, my voice was hoarse. “Darren, give it back to me! That’s my father’s ashes!”

He opened the box, shaking it and sneered coldly. “Penelope, why are you so vicious? In order to atone for your father, you cursed him? Isn’t this just powder ashes?”

I watched him shake my father’s ashes all over the floor and I wanted to catch it, but I couldn’t break free.

My eyes were blurred with tears and I wailed in pain, “Darren, my father is dead! Dead! Killed by you! Why do you still want to desecrate his ashes like this! You asked me to call him, but you went to the underworld to call him! Give my father back to me!”

Darren saw me so hysterical for the first time and he panicked for a moment.

Signing them to let me go, I fell to my knees and picked up my father’s ashes.

The heart-wrenching pain. My father was in such a miserable state now.

Darren’s phone rang and the person on the other end of the phone stammered, “Boss, we found the construction site. Mrs. Gray’s father died suddenly the day before yesterday and Mrs. Gray has cremated him.”

Darren’s body swayed and he fell in front of me, his face twisted and painful. He moved the corners of his mouth in disbelief.