Beyond the Divorce

All eyes turned to the furious Matthew. An elderly neighbor spoke up. "What are you trying to do? You're a monster."

"Shut up!" Matthew roared, angrily approaching while pointing his finger at me. "Chloe, what more do you want? My mom is dead... Dead!"

He let out a hysterical yell, then angrily advanced. However, when he saw Atlas standing beside me, he abruptly stopped.

He glared at me and continued, "How dare you take her away? Do you want to ruin my family? I still have to handle the funeral. She has to stay to handle the funeral!"

My gaze was icy as I said, "Your mom doesn't want to see her."

I left the hospital with my family, leaving Matthew shouting behind.

Back home, my mom asked, "What about Grace's funeral? What should we do?"

I glanced at my mother, leaning weakly into her embrace. "Mom, we've already sent her off. She has a son. I've done what I could and what I shouldn't do, too. I have a clear conscience. It's enough now." Everyone understood what I meant and nodded.

"Don't overthink it. Matthew is nothing more than a

fight," I muttered and then approached Grace's room. "I

could only see Grace's face as I sat on the bed. Her smiles, tears, and

was. It could be taken away from you in the

on my forehead, the panic in her eyes, and the pain transforming into hatred.

pushed away the

bodyguard rushing toward her,

sound of

know you feel bad for me, but leaving like this makes it so hard." I sobbed, unable to control my emotions any longer. "I had so much more to say to you. I shouldn't have let you go like this. I didn't even get to fulfill your wishes. The regrets

I remembered her package. I took it out, paused, and

took out the clothes one by one. There

unfolded the paper. It was a simple and plain letter written with crooked and slanted handwriting, as if she