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Chapter 4

Word Count: 1309    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

, I arrived

a fantasy of white roses, crystal c

ike a specter

stark white dress, the ki

ld my mother' s

pot me. Her face, usually so carefully composed a

bull, her voice a shrill scream

od' s name are you, you l

t out of here

ek was like a knife s

th, dressed like that?! You' re bringing

my face, her spittle fl

e the security guard

ntically, lookin

man out of here! Don' t let her

vered as his savior, was now

arp nails dug into the flesh of my ar

guests gathered around us. Their

the Miller g

she dressed like tha

olding... is t

nd! Is she here to crash the pa

tiny needles, piercing my ears, s

ficent, pristine white wedding gown, s

mile sweet and radiant. She loo

, that angelic mask shatte

t transformed into a look of intens

ah Mi

osing her composure. Her v

trying to disgust, showin

ou trying to curse to

meeting her venomous gaze. M

Didn' t you insist that

tly, looking down at th

m h

ht my mot

stantly turned a p

step back, her eyes wide

erself, covering her guilt with an

onsense are you

o are you trying to fool with your

have been standing, tears ins

me, and you' re jealous, aren' t you?!

orward again, screaming and direct

r out of here and beat her! Beat this sh

exchanged hesitant glances. B

d and slapped me h

ac

resounding. A fiery stin

didn'

what filled my eyes with a burning,

my arms, the urn I was des

spite, she brutally hurled it

AS

ttered across the pristine floor, dusting th

o-!

d like a madwoman, trying to scoop up the ashes with

kicked me in the chest

t you dare touch i

utally, deliberately, stomped and ground it

op i

o get up, trying to

. They grabbed me, punching and kicking me

trampled into the mud

arthly remains were wantonly trampled and

ars, trickled from t

e you all

ative roar cut t

ayes. He had f

But his eyes held no concern, no pity for

ler, why ar

bit of my strength to glare at hi

ght my m

broken, laced with the

s, to attend

s! Are you h

d by your wonderful wif

ntly turned as dark

st into dramatic sobs and buried her face

at me, his eyes we

' s en

to cause a scene an

t your mind! How dare you s

r, as if I were some fil

uar

hip, carrying an

r out of

wasn't even going to listen

ing me even more roughly than before. Their pun

pain anymore. My hear

ed for so many years. The

s hatred threatened

ce of the wedding hall, my vision blurring from the p

Ethan'

ly frowned as

hear a panicked, chaotic voice. It

ady you asked us to care for... Mr

as already been claimed by her family and sent for cremation, according to hospital prot

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