My Useless Scumbag Husband

I was almost at the cemetery gate when my phone rang. It was the cemetery manager.

"Miss Emily, someone is digging up your son's grave!"

Those words hit me like a wrecking ball, freezing me in place. My heart pounded in my chest.

Is this really happening?

What kind of person could be so horrible to disturb someone's resting place?

Mad, I spun around and sprinted towards Matthew's grave, everything else forgotten.

Matthew was always so sunny, so cheerful. He loved daisies because he knew they were my favorite. In fact, he promised to fill our backyard with them someday, just to keep me smiling.

He was a thoughtful kid, but he never got the chance to fulfill that dream, so I planted daisies on his grave instead. No tombstone, just a sea of daisies.

He would love them, for sure. And they were my way of keeping his promise alive.

When I got there, I saw Claire. She had already placed an urn into Matthew's grave, with two guards filling it back in.

It was a punch to the gut, of course.

The daisies I'd lovingly planted were torn up and scattered around like they meant nothing. And Matthew's urn? Tossed aside like trash.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

I lunged at them, shoving the bodyguards away.

"Who gave you the right to dig this grave?!"

Claire shrank into Andrew's arms, playing the victim.

"Why not? There was no tombstone, and it looked abandoned. I thought Milo could rest here. I even contacted the manager and offered compensation. It was huge money, so the family wouldn't mind. And why are you yelling? You're scaring me!"

I wanted to throw up. I wanted to pull her hair, push her, and bury her instead.

She totally deserved it.

But I had no time for talking. I was frantic, desperate. This was Matthew's place. No one else could take it!

Mad as I was, I grabbed a shovel from one of the guards and started digging, dirt flying everywhere.

My hands were shaking, but I didn’t care.

"Emily, stop it!" Andrew yelled, grabbing the shovel from my hands.

"Andrew, you're a monster!" I shouted back, dropping to my knees, clawing at the dirt with my hands.

For a second, I didn't care how I looked or what they thought. All that mattered was Matthew.

Seeing I was about to reach the urn, Claire panicked.

"Stop her! Don't let her touch Milo!"

The guards then pulled me back like robots. Great. I thought only Claire had a corrupted mind. Turns out there are four of them.

"Let me go!"

I struggled, but they held tight. This couldn't be happening. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare too cruel to be real.

This time, Andrew moved. He walked over, his eyes like ice.

Then he said, "Claire’s upset because of Milo’s death, and now you're digging up his grave? You’ve gone too far, Emily. Apologize to Claire. Now!"