“Oh, she’s threatening to call the cops. How scary!”
“Let’s see who ends up in trouble!”
“If you don’t pay up today, you can forget about having your daughter’s funeral.”
He signaled to his crew, who quickly grabbed chairs and started smashing everything in sight.
Priceless antique paintings worth hundreds of thousands of dollars were thrown into the flames.
Guests scrambled for cover as the funeral turned into utter chaos.
Ignoring the mayhem around me, I desperately crawled toward my daughter’s urn.
Ethan’s bodyguards forcefully pinned me to the ground. My desperate attempts to break free were futile. I could only lie there, shouting in despair.
Ethan took pleasure in kicking at my daughter’s urn, and he filmed my breakdown for the livestream. The more I cried, the more his audience mocked me.
"You want money? I’ll give it to you!" I yelled.
Ethan chuckled derisively. "Now you’re ready to admit you were wrong? Just a moment ago, you were all bravado, threatening to call the cops. And now you’re so eager to comply?"
"Give out your money? The funds you spent were from my boyfriend! You owe me that back!"