It seemed that, in this life, I hadn't made a scene over the photos and filed for divorce, so she came straight to force the issue.
I looked at Ruby and sneered, "So, you're the one who sent me those photos."
Rubbing her slightly swollen belly, Ruby responded, "Yes, it was me. I'm already pregnant with Henry's child. I thought you'd back off on your own, but you sure can endure. After all, you're almost forty. Of course, you'd cling to Henry for dear life."
She eyed me up and down with disdain as she spoke.
I calmly placed the urn in Ruby's hands and said, "True love, right? Then here, you can have him."
Ruby immediately dropped the urn on the ground. The cheap urn cracked open, and ashes scattered everywhere. She waved her hand in disgust, cursing, "What the hell is this? It stinks."
I sneered, "That's your true love, and you're already sick of him?"
Right on cue, Celeste arrived. She kicked the urn out of her way and rushed up to me, screaming, "You wretch. Did you kill my son?"
She reached out to slap me, but I dodged, and her hand landed squarely on Ruby's face instead.