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.

took a step forward. "Don't overthink it. Matthew is nothing more than a monster. Melanie deserves any punishment she gets. She's

won't overthink it. I have a tough battle to fight," I muttered

still seemed to hold her familiar presence. I could only see Grace's face as I sat on the bed. Her smiles, tears, and kind words to me, even when she scolded

knew how short life was. It could be taken away from you in the blink

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

pushed away

bodyguard rushing toward her,

the sound of a dull

my emotions any longer. "I had so much more

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

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

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