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.

is nothing more than a monster. Melanie deserves any punishment she gets. She's

I have a tough battle to fight," I muttered and then approached Grace's room. "I need

as I sat on the bed. Her smiles, tears, and kind words to me, even when she scolded me. Now, she was gone

could be taken away from you in the blink of an

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

pushed away the

bodyguard rushing toward her,

in the sound of a

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.

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

I took out the clothes one by one. There was a bank book and a piece of

the paper. It was a simple and plain letter written with crooked and slanted