That was my husband's ashes!
After his accident, I brought his ashes back to the country.
I was planning to settle his ashes properly after my son got his marriage certificate.
My husband was the only man in my life; we shared over twenty years of deep love and devotion.
We built our wealth from scratch, becoming the richest in Rossie City, all because my husband was there to support me along the way.
But today...
"Smash!"
At Chelsea's command, the person raised the urn, ready to smash it to the ground.
With my last breath, I tried desperately to stand up.
"Don't smash it! That's my husband's ashes!"
Maybe my voice was too hoarse and terrifying, as the person holding the urn hesitated for a moment and immediately stopped.
He looked at Chelsea, then back at me, unsure of what to do next, waiting for her instructions.
But Chelsea just looked at me with amusement, squatting down to mock me.
"Your husband? So, you're really a married woman? Hah, even in death, your husband can't find peace!"
"What kind of wife becomes someone else's mistress so soon after her husband's death? Or maybe he died of anger because he discovered you were cheating?"