"Good God!" Ida gasped, covering her mouth and stepping back. "Diana, Auntie isn't even dead. You already stuck her photo on the urn, but how could you also..."
She glanced at me with reproach, further inciting Jeff's uncontrollable rage.
He stared at me with a terrifying gaze, "Diana, to keep me, you actually resorted to such despicable means."
"Fine, fine, I'll give you what you want!" His voice turned cold, and with one hand, he picked up the urn remains from the ground while the other yanked my hair as he dragged me towards the restroom.
"Let go of me!" My scalp was burning with pain as I struggled desperately.
The director saw the number of viewers in the livestream skyrocket and signaled the crew to follow along.
"His mom isn't even dead, and this woman is putting ashes in the urn. That's just too vicious."
"She's trying to steal our little angel Diana's husband, and even cursed his mom!"
"She is beyond shameless!"
"Jeff, don't be mad. Diana didn't mean it," Ida said softly as she followed behind.
"She just loves you too much."
"Does she love me? By cursing my mom to die?" Jeff kicked the restroom door open and shoved me inside.