Mourning Interrupted: A Scandal Laid Bare

Lester was still happily daydreaming while I had already tidied up my appearance, ready to leave.

Rosalie, hearing about the eight million dollars, suddenly remembered the matter at hand and pulled me aside, asking urgently, "What's going on? Who passed away? What was the eight million dollars for?"

I glanced at the photo knocked down to the floor by Lester and smirked.

Rosalie hadn't realized it was her mother's funeral.

Although Mona had been staying here, Rosalie assumed it was the funeral of my relative, as this property was bought fully by me.

Rosalie continued to berate me as if I was on Mona's property. "Also, did you ask for Mom's consent before you held the funeral here? Why would you do something so unlucky—"

"Before she passed away, she insisted on a custom box for the remains. Just the box alone cost eight million dollars." I interrupted Rosalie, ignoring her previous question and answering her earlier one instead.

Without a second thought, Rosalie accused me, "Don't you have your own money? Why are you using mine? Things wouldn't have escalated like this if you hadn't used my card."

I understood what Rosalie meant; if I hadn't used her card, Lester wouldn't have seen it, and he wouldn't have come over.

So what?

I got cheated on, was labeled as the homewrecker, and insulted—yet it was my fault?

I looked at Lester, then back at Rosalie before slowly mentioning, "So, you didn't tell him that you're married? You didn't tell him that I'm your legitimate husband and that he's the freeloading boy toy?"

Stunned, Lester looked back and forth between us in disbelief. "How could that be? A country bumpkin like you can't possibly be married to Rosalie. You're out of your mind!"

Rosalie, however, remained silent.

Lester started tugging on her. "What's going on? Rosalie, say something!"

Finally fed up, Rosalie shook Lester's hand off, stood up, and lashed out at me.

"Are you done? Do you have to bring it up now? Boy toy? Homewrecker? Do you really have to put it that way? Don't you know how this will affect Lester's reputation if it gets out? Aren't men all about their reputation? Can't you show Lester some consideration?"

As Rosalie impatiently paced back and forth, she accidentally stepped on the pile of white ash on the floor.

She suddenly noticed the mess on the floor was a broken urn, and, disgusted, shook her shoe, then turned and looked at us, frowning.

Only then did Lester, stammering, recount what had happened.

After listening, Rosalie patted Lester's shoulder in a calming gesture. She then said to me, "Lester went too far this time. I won't make you pay back the eight million dollars. Consider it my compensation to you. But if you dare gossip to others, I won't hold back."

With that, she took Lester's hand, intending to leave.

I stopped them. "Aren't you going to ask who passed away?"

"We may be husband and wife, but there's no love between us anymore. Do I really need to spell it out for you? So no matter who in your family passed away, I have no obligation to pay or personally come over. I'm already showing you respect by being here. Don't push it, Zayne."

Enduring the pain throughout my body, I walked over, picked up the overturned photo, and tossed it in front of Rosalie.

"Take a good look at whose funeral this is and whose urn your lover smashed."