My silence only fueled Sophie's rage. "Kyle! How could I have been so blind to think I could be with a loser like you?"
I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Yes, how had I not seen it before?
With a cold voice, I replied, "Sophie, let's find a time to get a divorce."
"Fine, but Emma is my daughter. I want custody. I'm afraid if she's with you, she'll starve!"
I didn't respond and walked straight out of the cemetery.
Just as I stepped outside, I heard the sound of digging behind me.
"This spot is nice; it's a good resting place for the baby," someone said.
Turning around, I saw two figures digging up the grave, revealing a dark red urn just barely exposed.
Sophie recoiled, covering her nose. "Who put this here? It's so unlucky!"
Ethan comforted her with a gentle pat on the back and reached for the urn, preparing to toss it away.
The urn sailed through the air in a graceful arc, its lid popping open mid-flight, scattering Emma's ashes across the ground like confetti.
In that moment, something inside me shattered completely.
I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to gather the ashes back together.
The rain poured down heavily, threatening to wash away the very soil of the cemetery.