The Revelation of Love's Truth

He turned the camera back to my face.

“Feeling good? Enjoying yourself? It’s probably more exciting than interfering in other people’s relationships, isn’t it?”

“Look, everyone. This is what happens to a homewrecker!”

“The rule of law protected you. Otherwise, a woman like you would be in serious trouble!”

The hall was in utter disarray, with no place left to stand.

The floor was a mess, and the guests, with nowhere to go, huddled in the corners, trembling.

Ethan looked at my daughter’s memorial photo, sneered suddenly, and yelled, “Smash it! Not a single photo should be spared!”

I was stunned and shouted back.

“Don’t!”

“You can’t do this! It’s an insult to my daughter, and you’ll be punished for it!”

The bodyguards hesitated, unsure, and stopped in their tracks.

My heart was pounding, and I held my breath, afraid he might snap and destroy my daughter’s memorial photo.

Ethan looked at me with a cold, expressionless face, then suddenly sneered with a cruel smile. “Are you trying to threaten me?”

His dark gaze made me freeze.

“Go ahead!”

“I’ll handle the consequences. But if you don’t act, don’t expect any money!”

The bodyguards exchanged worried glances, clearly afraid to defy him.

I fought my way free from the bodyguard restraining me and stumbled toward the altar.

But I was too late.

The urn and photo had fallen and shattered on the floor.

My heart sank as I saw the pieces. Ignoring the shards of glass, I grabbed my daughter’s photo, wiped off the dust, and held it tightly.

Just as I reached for the urn, a polished leather shoe sent it flying. I looked up and saw Ethan.

A sinking feeling washed over me.

The next moment, he lifted his foot and slammed it down on the urn!

Desperately, I threw myself over it, taking the brunt of his kick.

The pain was searing, and tears blurred my vision.

I stifled a cry, seizing the chance while he was momentarily distracted, grabbed the urn, and pulled it to my chest.

Ethan turned back, camera in hand, ready to capture it all.

I fought to keep the blood from rising in my throat and managed to grit it out.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you even realize you’re committing a crime? Is this really worth it for a man?”

Ethan shoved his phone camera right in my face.

“Friends, look at this. Even now she dares to threaten me. Shouldn’t we teach her a lesson?”

Pleased with the response, he grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him.

“So, you really care about your daughter, huh?”

Then, rising slowly, he smirked and said, “Smash what she’s holding. I want her to experience the pain of losing something she loves!”

As Ethan finished speaking, the bodyguard who had paused for a moment at this time moved toward me again.

I held onto my daughter’s urn with all my might, refusing to let go.

The bodyguard couldn’t pull it free and looked to Ethan for instructions.

“If one person can’t do it, get two!” Ethan ordered. “I’ll take the responsibility for any mess this causes!”

He added, “I’m offering 10 thousand dollars to anyone who smashes the urn she’s holding!”

The bodyguards, driven by the promise of cash, immediately surged forward.

I scrambled on the floor, shouting, “Someone call the police now! I’ll pay 100 thousand dollars!”

As they closed in, I rolled desperately across the floor, trying to protect myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away!”