A Honeyed Tragedy

I asked someone to transport the urns back home. Even stacked up, they didn't even reach my shoulders.

As soon as I opened the door, a force knocked me down. I fell into the urns, and they all hit the ground. Ashes spilled everywhere, and it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

I looked at the one who had pushed me.

Daniel stood over me, as if towering above gave him a sense of superiority.

Pointing at me, he raged, "You have the nerve to come back? If I hadn't shown them our marriage license, I'd be sitting in a cell right now! You really are a wicked woman!"

I stayed silent, struggling to pick up the spilled ashes and put them back in the urns.

Daniel got even angrier because I wouldn't respond.

He went inside, then came back and threw some documents and a pen onto the floor.

"I meant what I said on the phone. Since you don't treat me like your husband, we'll just get divorced. We're filing tomorrow. Here's the divorce agreement. Considering your whole family is gone, I'll keep the house, but I'll give you 1.5 million dollars. After that, we're strangers."

I read the contract and signed it without hesitation.

Daniel's eyes lit up with excitement.

He had been waiting so long for me to sign this so he could be with Chloe. It was no wonder he was thrilled.

He didn't even bother to hide it. He was smiling like he couldn't be happier.

I pushed the urns toward him. He asked, "Why are you giving me your family's ashes? That's bad luck!"

Even now, he had no clue those were his own family's remains.

I said firmly, "These are your family's ashes, not mine. You should keep them."

Terror flashed across his face, but it faded almost instantly.

He shoved the urns aside, causing them to spill once again.

They hit the ground even harder this time, mixing into one pile. There was no way to sort them out anymore.

I stared at him in shock. He frowned and scolded, "How did your parents raise someone like you? How could you curse my family? Where did you even dig up these ashes?"

I couldn't hold back any longer and gave him a hard slap.

Ignoring his stunned look, I gathered what ashes I could and placed them by the door.

"I'm not cursing you. It's up to you whether you believe it or not. I've done my best and never wronged you. Once we're divorced, we're nothing to each other."

With that, I pushed past him and went inside to pack up my things.

Daniel quietly stood in the doorway until he got a phone call. He walked off to answer it.

Once I was done packing, he was off the phone. When I was about to leave, he grabbed me from behind.

I thought maybe he'd finally understood, but he said, "Chloe told me everything."

"What?"

"She said her brother didn't do it on purpose. Your family's already gone, and nothing can change that. Her brother still has his whole future ahead of him. We can't let one mistake ruin his life. Can't you just be kind and sign the settlement agreement?"

I found it ridiculous that he was speaking up for the man who killed his own family.

"Daniel, that's six lives. You can just let that go?"

"Linda, if you can let this go, I'll give you another six hundred grand. Just sign."

"Alright. Transfer the money. Mark it as a voluntary gift."

I held out my payment code. Daniel didn't hesitate much and sent the money.

He hadn't been willing to save his own family, yet he'd gladly pay off the man who killed them.

After I received the money, I wrote up the settlement agreement and had Daniel sign it. I signed it too.

On my way out, Daniel told me to take those ashes with me.

I took the urns of his family, grabbed my luggage, and left the place I had lived for just two years.

Since Daniel wouldn't face reality, I decided to give him a push.

I called my parents and told them everything. I asked them to come with me to court the next day.

The next morning, when I arrived at the court, Daniel was already there, waiting impatiently.

"Linda, the court opens at nine, and it's already ten. Don't think I don't know your tricks. We're getting divorced no matter what."

"I was picking up my parents. That's why I'm late."

"Don't play dumb. You think I'll sympathize with you? Hurry up and finalize the divorce."

Moments later, we walked out of the court. We needed to go through a cooling-off period for three months. After that, Daniel and I would no longer be husband and wife.

Still, he didn't trust me. "Linda, I'm warning you. Don't pull any stunts. If anyone backs out during these three months, that person pays the other a million dollars."

I stayed silent, noticing my father walking toward us.

"Linda, did you hear me?"

Daniel tried to pull me aside, but then he spotted my father.

His expression turned from confusion to terror.

Before he could snap out of it, my father was already standing in front of him.

Daniel trembled and asked, "Dad... you... Weren't you supposed to be dead?"