When a man loved a woman, the woman would be treated like a treasure. When he stopped loving her, she would be treated like an old shoe. It was an old saying that turned out to be true. After all, I finally realized what it meant to be treated like an old shoe.
I thought that if I could just make it through the five-year agreement, I could take my son and return to my old home and wake up from this dream. But now, I could not even protect my child. This dream, after all, had to end. Because I wanted to take Alex's body away.
Since the funeral we had planned had no burial, we intended to just hold a memorial service for Alex that was being held in the garden. The relatives of the Orville Family filled the mourning hall. One by one, they came forward to kneel, make a prayer and pick a rose to be put next to Alex’s photo.
But there was no sign of Charles.
My mother-in-law became so angry that her face turned red. She kept calling Charles again and again, cursing him loudly.
"That stupid, ungrateful son! Today, I will make him kneel in front of Alex’s portrait and confess his guilt!"