My Father-in-Law Died While My Wife Was with Her First Love

Hearing this, I laughed.

"Indeed, she is incredibly busy. Her own father is hospitalized, yet she still finds time to engage in such affairs with other men."

After saying this, I went to handle the cremation procedures for my father-in-law, leaving the attending doctor confused and perplexed.

Half an hour later, my father-in-law was reduced to a jar of ashes, now in my hands.

I held the urn, crying like a child.

My parents had passed away long ago, leaving me without anyone to support my education.

It was my father-in-law who financed my university studies and provided me with love, allowing me to experience the warmth of family again.

Now that he was gone, I felt utterly alone in this world.

I carried my father-in-law's ashes to the graveyard we had prearranged. Just as I was about to lay him to rest, I spotted Grace and Ethan approaching.

Ethan looked me up and down, sneering, "You seem to be quite in the know. What's the matter? Is today the anniversary of your family member's death?"

Grace glared at me, her anger palpable. "Are you really that annoying? Are you following me for fun?"

"I'm not following you," I replied, too exhausted to argue. I tried to walk away, clutching the urn, but Grace blocked my path.

I looked her in the eye and said firmly, "Get out of my way."

I was determined not to let her delay my father-in-law's burial.

Perhaps it was my first time being so fierce with Grace that caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Ethan, however, continued to mock me, "Oh, look at you, putting on quite the show. Even brought the urn along!"

His words finally made Grace notice the urn I was holding.

After a moment of hesitation, she stormed up to me, furious. "How dare you! You're cursing my father's death?! How did I not see how malicious you are before?"

I sighed deeply, "I didn't wish for your father to die; he has truly passed away."

"If you have any decency left, come help me bury your father and give him a proper send-off."

Grace seemed to ponder my serious tone for a moment.

Ethan, thinking he could manipulate her, quickly interjected, "Grace, don't let him fool you. Your dad was perfectly fine this morning; he wouldn't just die out of nowhere. I think he's just trying to force you to go home."

Hearing Ethan's words, Grace's expression fell.

"Are you done? When I left this morning, my dad was perfectly fine. How could he die by evening?"

"You're lying! You didn't even bother to prepare a proper excuse, just trying to trick me with this pathetic act. I can't believe you'd dare curse my father's life; I'll make you pay for this!"

Even at this moment, Grace chose to believe Ethan over me.

I watched her stubbornness, deciding not to engage any further. Let her think whatever she wanted.

As I turned to leave, Grace suddenly kicked my leg, causing me to stumble.

I instinctively reached out to catch the urn, but it was too late.

With a loud crash, the urn fell to the ground.

"No! Please, no..." I struggled, but it was futile.

My hand was cut by the sharp edges of the broken urn, blood flowing, but I couldn't focus on that.

I helplessly watched as my father-in-law's ashes were swept away by the wind, scattering into the air...

Now, there was truly nothing left of him.