I had died seven days ago, and Winnie, eager to take my place, still managed to blame me for her problems.
She was truly malicious.
But what I hated more was Brian.
After being married for decades, he couldn't even tell that the person in the video wasn't me.
Under Winnie's instigation, he adamantly insisted it was me.
To him, everything I did was just throwing tantrums and causing trouble.
Ding-dong!
"Is this Lily Mason's residence? I have a box to deliver."
It was the funeral parlour staff delivering my urn to the house.
I thought, surely that scumbag Brian would believe I was truly dead upon seeing the urn!
However, I was wrong.
Lily, holding the urn, cried and screamed.
"Aren't you looking for my mom? She's already dead, and you're still trying to throw dirt on her?"
A resounding slap landed on Lily's face.
Brian, furious, grabbed her hair and forced her to look at the phone.
"Still acting? Open your damn eyes and see clearly—your mom stole something just yesterday."
He was so sure that I stole something, assuming I was still alive.
Even with my urn in front of him, he chose to ignore it.
Winnie began her dramatic performance again.