When Love Doesn't Have To Be Together

Before I reached the cemetery gate, I received a call from the cemetery manager.

Someone was digging my mother's grave!

It was like a bolt from the blue that broke my heart again.

I turned around immediately and rushed to my mother's grave.

My mother had always been a kind woman all her life. She gave me everything she had. Even when she learned that she had a heart disease and could die any minute, she told me not to have her name engraved on her tombstone. She wanted me to write, "May my daughter live a safe and happy life".

She said that was her only wish and also the reason she named me Natalie.

"Tristen, my son will love this new home."

As soon as I arrived, I saw the urn of Wesley's dog had been placed in my mother's grave, and two bodyguards from the Felix family were reburying the place.

My mother's urn was cast aside.

"What are you doing?!"

I rushed over and shouted, "Who told you to dig someone else's grave just like that?!"

Wesley pretended to be scared and hid in Tristen's arms. "This is the new home I chose for my son. We've already told the cemetery manager. I saw the words engraved on the cemetery. It shows a mother's love for her daughter. Later, I will just give the deceased's daughter some money. I'm sure she won't mind this. Why are you so worked up? You look scary."

I walked over, snatched the shovel from the bodyguard, and frantically dug the soil they had just filled.

"Natalie, what are you doing? Stop it!"

Tristen snatched the shovel from my hand.

"Tristen, how could you?!"

I roared and then started digging the soil with my bare hands.

Seeing that I was about to reach the urn, Wesley became anxious. "Stop her! My son has suffered enough. I will never allow him to be dug out!"

Two bodyguards held me down immediately.

"Let me go!"

I struggled desperately but couldn't break free from them.

"Wesley is already sad. How could you dig up Angel's grave to make her feel worse? You've gone too far. Apologize to her now!"

"Never!"

Wesley dug up my mother's grave to bury her dog, which made me wanna kill her.

"Tristen. You kept telling me that she's a good girl. But I think she is just pretending to be nice in front of you. Look how crazy she was just now. If you really marry her, you will be a great joke."

Wesley took the opportunity to speak ill of me in front of Tristen with a provocative look.

"Who dares to laugh at my woman?"

Tristen's words displeased Wesley, but she didn't show it. She was best at disguising herself.

For instance, Wesley never loved dogs, but she insisted on adopting one.

Tristen approached me, his face stern. "Natalie. I can't believe you're being pretentious for a grave. I'm so disappointed in you. Just apologize to Wesley, and I may consider forgiving you."

"What if I don't?"

I gritted my teeth and refused to yield.