After Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Son,I Wed a Billionaire, He Regrets

　　After that day, I didn't see Stanley or Samantha again. What I did see was the steady stream of trending topics lighting up my phone.

　　There was the one about Stanley spending billions to buy an entire planet because Samantha mentioned she wanted to look at the stars, then naming it after her.

　　There was the one about Samantha craving a simple bowl of noodles in the middle of the night, and Stanley, a man who'd never lifted a finger in a kitchen, cooking for her himself.

　　And there was Stanley parading Samantha through one event after another, in full view of everyone.

　　Hardly any of it repeated. And every single one of those things had once been what I longed for most.

　　Because the Vance family looked down on me, the condition for being with him was a secret marriage. Not a word of it could ever go public.

　　The moment a single detail leaked, I would be cut off from Stanley for good.

　　For him, I'd been willing to disappear, to stand at his side in the shadows for six years.

　　Every time, Stanley would comfort me, promising that once he seized control of Vance Group, he would claim me in front of the world.

　　But I couldn't wait that long. And I didn't want to anymore.

　　Even the deepest feeling had long since worn down to nothing.

　　Two days later, I attended Mr. Stephens's birthday banquet, just as agreed.

　　Once the things were delivered, I went straight upstairs to find Mr. Stephens and held out my hand. "Give them to me."

　　He took out two items and passed them over.

　　A divorce certificate. A disownment letter.

　　I frowned. "Where are Sammy's ashes?"

　　Mr. Stephens made a puzzled sound. "Stanley said he already gave them to you."

　　He produced a plane ticket to Harbor City and pressed it into my hand. "Here's your ticket. I've given you everything. I'm not shorting you a thing."

　　The ashes weren't there. I gripped the ticket and said through my teeth, "I haven't gotten the ashes. I'm not agreeing to anything."

　　Mr. Stephens's face darkened, an authority in his voice that needed no anger behind it. "Stanley said he gave them to you. What more do you want? Stop making a scene."

　　A glint of cunning crossed his eyes. "You're not having second thoughts, are you? Using this as an excuse to back out?"

　　My heart sank. I twisted my lips. "I'll go ask Stanley myself."

　　There was no reason for Mr. Stephens to lie. The Mason family had handed over a thirty-billion-dollar project; greedy and money-hungry as he was, he wouldn't dare burn that bridge with me over this.

　　Which meant Stanley was the one lying.

　　When I found him, I happened to catch his friend Stuart pressing him in a low, sullen voice.

　　"Stanley, have you lost your mind? Say what you want, but those are your own son's ashes. Samantha says she wants to use them to plant flowers and you just hand them over?"

　　"If Cindy ever finds out, she'll tear the roof off over it. The day she stops loving you, you'll be sorry."

　　Stanley flicked his gaze up, dismissive, certain of himself. "Cindy can't live without me. A few small favors back then and she was devoted for life. Women starved for love are the easiest to handle."

　　"Go get a dead dog now, burn it to ash, and bring it to me. I'll have something to show Cindy later."

　　Tucked around the corner, I clenched my fists so hard they ached. My vision blurred with tears, and the pain in my chest twisted until I could barely breathe.

　　I forced the agony down and walked the other way, my whole body gone numb.

　　I was going to make Stanley and Samantha pay.

　　I lingered at the Stephens house only long enough to set things in motion, then left.

　　I thought of last night, when an anonymous account had sent me a photo and a message.

　　【Pretty flowers, aren't they? You're welcome to come admire them.】

　　At the time I'd thought it was someone's sick idea of fun and brushed it off.

　　But now I was certain. The ash in that flowerpot was my child's ashes.

　　And the anonymous sender, no need to guess, was Samantha.

　　She was taunting me to my face.

　　I rushed into the villa, found that flowerpot, and my eyes went red, splitting with rage.

　　I took it with me, flowers and pot and all.

　　Before I left, I set the villa ablaze. There were too many memories here, and if they couldn't be scrubbed clean, then I'd let the fire do it.

　　Watching the flames roar up in front of me, all I felt for Stanley now was hatred.

　　After hailing a cab to the airport, I typed out a message on my phone and sent it to Stanley.

　　【Stanley, I've got a surprise for you. Don't leave the hall.】

　　The second it sent, I pulled out my SIM card and threw it in the trash, tossing away those six absurd years of marriage along with it.

　　The moment the plane lifted off, I gently stroked the potted flower cradled in my palm.

　　Sammy, Mommy's taking you away.

　　From now on, the road would stretch long and the mountains high, and Capital City would have nothing more to do with us.