My Wife Scattered My Ashes

The pool was part of the residential complex's landscaping. It wasn't very deep, but more than enough to drown a child.

Sean flailed wildly in the water, screaming for Dad to save him.

Dad, however, had already been pinned down by Queenie's bodyguards. He struggled desperately, crying until his voice broke.

"Queenie, take it out on me instead! Sean is just a child! He's a sensible child! He's been waiting all these years for you, hoping his mother would come back to be with him. Don't do this to him!"

But Queenie didn't believe a single word. "My child was sent to an orphanage a long time ago! That thing can stay in the water until Steven comes out!"

I watched Sean's small body grow weaker by the second as he struggled in the water.

Despair tore through me as I screamed at Queenie, "I'm right here! Look at me! When I was alive, you never cherished me. Now that I'm dead, why are you so desperate to see me? Queenie, please let my family go!"

If I had once loved Queenie with all my heart, I now hated her just as deeply. I hated her so much that I wished I could turn into a vengeful spirit on the spot and take her life.

Time dragged on, second by second. Sean slowly began to sink.

I lunged forward in a frenzy, trying to pull him up, but every attempt failed. All I could do was watch helplessly as my hands passed straight through his body again and again. Slowly, his face turned blue.

I was already dead, yet my chest hurt so badly it felt as though I couldn't breathe.

Choking back sobs, I murmured, "Sean, hold on a little longer, okay?"

I cried and begged the heavens to protect Sean, but it was all useless.

In the end, I watched with my own eyes as Sean drew his last breath.

At that moment, one of the bodyguards finally came over and reported, "We searched the entire place and didn't find Mr. Steven. But we found this urn. His name is written on it."

Queenie let out a harsh laugh when she saw the urn. "You folks are really committed to this lie, aren't you? Steven, I came here in good faith to take you home, and this is what you give me? You think you can fool me with this?"

As she spoke, she opened the urn and flung the ashes into the air. After that, she tossed the urn into a nearby trash bin.

"No! No!" Dad screamed, his voice ripping apart. He collapsed on the spot and lost consciousness.

Suddenly, a young man's voice rang out across the scene, tight with urgency. "Ms. Dunn, the investigation results are back. Mr. Steven really did die seven years ago."

Queenie froze.

At the same time, her phone rang.

"The paternity test is complete. Sean's DNA matches yours at a 99% probability. He's indeed your biological son."