Chloe smirked. "Mark didn't need that tacky old thing. I threw it out ages ago. Why don't you try upgrading your taste, sister? Here, I will give you this necklace. Mark bought me plenty and I am sure you have never worn anything like it."
I couldn't bear it and raised my hand to slap Chloe. But before I could do it, in the next instant, I felt a searing pain as my head hit the edge of a desk. Everything spun and I barely registered that Mark was gripping my hair, forcing me to apologize to her.
Pain engulfed me. My suitcase slipped from my hand, spilling open on the floor. Before I could react, Chloe snatched up the urn inside.
"Oh, what's this? It's so pretty. Mark, can I keep this box?"
"Don't touch my things!" I lunged, trying to grab it back, but the pain was overwhelming and I collapsed to the floor. Chloe looked down at me and then, with a twisted smile, hurled the urn to the ground.
As the urn shattered, my heart into pieces. "Mark, that was my mother's ashes," I choked out. "Do you remember your promise to her? The one where you swore to marry me in honor and give me a good life?"
He had once vowed to be my protector, treat me well and cherish our love. All lies.