Just as I managed to scoop some ashes into my hands, the rain washed them away, spilling through my fingers and merging with the mud below.
Sophie watched my futile attempts and snapped in frustration, "This isn't even your child's ashes! What are you doing?"
Ethan had just buried the Pomeranian puppy when he laughed mockingly.
"Sophie, your husband is just a nice guy! He thinks you like him this way, but little does he know, we got back together three years ago!"
A wave of shock washed over me, quickly followed by a deep sense of disappointment.
So they had reconciled long ago. No wonder Sophie had been spending less time at home and seemed indifferent to Emma and me.
As Ethan spoke, he looked at me with smug satisfaction, even mouthing the words "coward" in my direction.
I didn't care about his provocations, but he seemed addicted to taunting me, "Just divorce Sophie, and who knows? When your daughter grows up, I might even arrange a marriage for her with someone from the Hunter family. If that doesn't work out, she could always be a mistress."
At that moment, I could no longer contain my anger. My hands clenched tightly at my sides.