After Chloe was born, the only one trapped was me.
The marriage I got with a life was now ending with another life.
After leaving, I moved into the old, shabby place where my mom and I used to live. I even brought Chloe's ashes with me.
But I didn't expect the cemetery plot to have a three-day wait.
Finally, on the day of the burial, I had just opened the door when someone outside kicked me to the ground.
The urn in my hand almost slipped.
I looked up to meet Jay's angry gaze.
Lilian was surrounded by bodyguards. She was standing far behind, wearing a white mask.
Before I could react, Jay stepped over my body and entered the door.
He angrily shouted Chloe's name.
He kicked open every door but did not see her figure.
His patience quickly ran out. He walked swiftly to me, squatting down to grab my collar.
He angrily questioned, "Where is Chloe? Make her come out!"
Seeing his face twisted with anger, I tightened my grip on the urn.
"I told you, you don't deserve to mention Chloe! Now get out of here with your mistress!"
My words ignited his fury.
His gaze was like a poisoned dagger.
"Watch your mouth. I don't mind teaching you how to speak properly!