The Revelation of Love's Truth

Today wasn’t just our family’s funeral; many others were holding their own services, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Some took the chance to criticize.

“Even if a relationship between two men is surprising, this woman is no better!”

“Why mess with other people’s lives at such a young age? Doesn’t she care about the disgrace?”

Seeing the crowd’s reaction, Ethan seemed even more pleased. “You’d better pay up and sign the divorce papers quickly, or things will get a lot worse for you.”

I replied icily, “You should stop right there. I didn’t know about you before my marriage. If anyone’s suffering, it’s me!”

“I’ve been deceived for five years, living as a wife and raising our daughter, only to discover that the so-called love was nothing but a lie!”

The crowd watched in shock.

Ethan’s face contorted with disdain. “You’re the one who chased after this marriage. If you hadn’t been so insistent, Ivan wouldn’t have married you.”

“That’s a lie!” I countered sharply. “It was Ivan who begged me to marry him!”

His expression darkened with jealousy and fury. “You’re lying!”

In a fit of rage, he seized a wine bottle and threw it at me.

The glass shattered, sending a cascade of red wine over my expensive designer gown. Had I not reacted swiftly, the bottle might have struck me on the head.

I took several deep breaths, fighting to control my mounting anger.

Ethan, still relentless, continued to rant, “Look at this! This woman’s trying to twist everything around!”

“She’s got some nerve, ruining other people’s lives and then playing the victim!”

“Everything she’s wearing, including the clothes and the accessories, was all bought with my boyfriend’s money! She owes me 100 thousand dollars-every last cent!”

I was livid, my face burning with anger.

“Pay you back? I spent my own money, not yours. Why should I owe you anything? If you keep this up, I’m calling the police!”

Ethan’s face twisted into a dramatic sneer.

“Oh, she’s threatening to call the cops. How scary!”

“Let’s see who ends up in trouble!”

“If you don’t pay up today, you can forget about having your daughter’s funeral.”

He signaled to his crew, who quickly grabbed chairs and started smashing everything in sight.

Priceless antique paintings worth hundreds of thousands of dollars were thrown into the flames.

Guests scrambled for cover as the funeral turned into utter chaos.

Ignoring the mayhem around me, I desperately crawled toward my daughter’s urn.

Ethan’s bodyguards forcefully pinned me to the ground. My desperate attempts to break free were futile. I could only lie there, shouting in despair.

Ethan took pleasure in kicking at my daughter’s urn, and he filmed my breakdown for the livestream. The more I cried, the more his audience mocked me.

"You want money? I’ll give it to you!" I yelled.

Ethan chuckled derisively. "Now you’re ready to admit you were wrong? Just a moment ago, you were all bravado, threatening to call the cops. And now you’re so eager to comply?"

"Give out your money? The funds you spent were from my boyfriend! You owe me that back!"

"Her daughter doesn’t deserve a funeral! Smash everything! Let’s see if she still has the nerve to act so defiant!"

The bodyguards, spurred on by Ethan’s orders, continued their rampage. Objects were smashed to pieces, leaving only the empty casket standing alone in the wreckage.

In desperation and anger, I fought to break free from the bodyguards and made a beeline for Ethan.

I tried to grab the phone he was using to livestream, but a swift guard stopped me.

I was forcefully thrown aside, landing heavily on the ground.

As I lay there, blood trickling from my mouth, I glared at Ethan with a mix of rage and despair.

Ethan’s face contorted with disdain. “Still trying to put up a fight? Is this your usual arrogance?”

“You really think you can hurt me? You’re just a powerless woman, desperate to play the role of a ‘good wife’ in a relationship that you’re not even part of.”

With a malicious grin, he picked up a wine bottle from the floor and smashed it against the edge of a table. The shards flew towards me.

“Let’s see how you attract anyone with a disfigured face!”

The bottle shattered, sending a sharp piece slicing across my face.

Blood began to trickle down, painting a horrific, bloodstained scene.