Linda gently patted my hand, comforting me. "Rachel, having you here with me, I could rest in peace.
"Don't cry, In the bedroom drawer, there's my will, remember..."
I knelt in front of her bed, crying uncontrollably.
"Mom, I'll do everything you say, don't worry."
That night, Linda passed away due to organ failure.
After Linda's funeral, Harris didn't show up.
I called Harris countless times, but the calls were either unanswered or hung up.
I had to suppress my grief and cremate Linda alone.
Until I walked out of the crematorium with her ashes, I didn't receive a single call from Harris.
Looking at the screen of my phone, my eyes filled with tears.
I took Linda's ashes back to her hometown.
She had said that she wanted to be buried in her hometown after she died, to return to her roots.
But I didn't expect to find Harris and Celine in the old house.
Celine was Harris's first love. She broke up with him to go abroad.
I knew about this.
When Harris pursued me, I was bothered by this.
He swore he had forgotten about Celine, and that was why I agreed to marry him.
In the fifth year of our marriage, Celine returned from abroad, everything changed.