My Husband Died, the Debt Didn't

Just then, Evangeline's son, Sean Frost, came running out of the bedroom dressed in luxury pajamas.

He was two years younger than Shawn, but because he was well-nourished, he was already the same height.

"Why are you stinky beggars in my house?" he shouted. "If you don't have a home, go sleep on the streets!"

"Sean! Watch your mouth!" Evangeline chided.

The irony was painful. My son and hers even had a first name that sounded the same when pronounced. No wonder they looked so alike, and no wonder Julian had never once called them by the wrong name.

I didn't say anything, while Shawn was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Evangeline clapped a hand over Sean's mouth and apologized to Shawn right in front of me.

That night, however, I overheard her secretly provoking my son.

"You can't blame anyone else for getting bullied. If your mom hadn't refused to give up the inheritance, you wouldn't have needed to come to my house and walk around on eggshells!"

She also encouraged Sean to harass my son, hitting and pinching him in secret.

Shawn was worn down by the torment. The next day, his back was covered in dark bruises. He didn't blame me; he just kept crying and begging to go home.

I watched all this happen but stayed silent.

Seeing how unmoved I was, Evangeline finally lost her patience.

Late one night, she snuck out onto the balcony to make a call.

"That's right. The one called Shawn… Yes, that entrance… No surveillance cameras there…"

The memory of Shawn's bloodied finger made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. I clenched my fists so tightly that my palms bled, only feeling the pain long after.

…

As expected, on the day of the funeral, just as I arrived at the crematorium, Leo called.

"Why hasn't the five million dollars been transferred yet? Today's the last day. If I don't see the money, Shawn is dead!"

A boy's crying came through the phone. I merely put it on speaker, not saying a word.

The funeral guests standing nearby were more panicked than I was, asking if we should call the police. But I just waved them off.

"No need," I said. "Let's finish the funeral first. The cremation is about to start. I don't want to delay my husband's final rest."

Evangeline stared at me in disbelief. "Is Shawn even your biological son? You're still going to tough it out even now?

"Just hurry up and sign the inheritance renunciation agreement! Tell Leo that the five-million-dollar debt has nothing to do with you! Otherwise, they really will kill Shawn!"

The crowd broke into a cold sweat, nodding along and agreeing with her.

I stared at Julian's body without blinking as it was pushed into the cremation chamber. In a low voice, I said, "Shawn will be fine."

Someone behind me shoved me hard. "You're still refusing to sign even now? You don't deserve to be a mother! How can a dead man about to be cremated be more important than your own flesh and blood?"

My knees slammed into the cold tiles, and the pain made me shout.

That was when a bloodstained schoolbag was delivered, making everyone's faces turn deathly pale. I froze in place from the triggering sight, and the guests around me instantly erupted in chaos.

Evangeline lifted her chin and sneered. "This is what you meant by 'he'll be fine'?"

She shoved the agreement in front of me and even stuffed a pen into my hand.

"Hurry up and sign it! Once Leo sees this, he won't be able to touch you or Shawn anymore! No matter how crazy they are, they wouldn't dare break the law."

But I still refused to pick up the pen, my eyes locked on the cremation chamber.

This time, Evangeline couldn't hold back any longer. She completely lost control and screamed in front of all the guests.

"Maribel Grant! Even though I'm your best friend, I still have to be honest here. Your son's already in Leo's hands, but you can't pay the debt, and you refuse to give up the inheritance rights. Aren't you just trying to get your son killed?

"How can a mother be this heartless? The person who should've died wasn't Julian—it should've been you, you heartless witch!"

She ranted and incited the crowd. Several unfamiliar faces took advantage of the chaos and pinned my hands down, forcing me to sign.

The rage burning here outside the cremation chamber nearly consumed me. Figures blurred before my eyes, and fists flew.

It wasn't until the body inside the chamber was reduced to blackened remains, and Julian's ashes were retrieved, that I smiled.

Everyone froze in shock.

With a loud rip, I tore the half-signed agreement to shreds.

Evangeline opened her mouth, intending to yell some more. But I just slapped her across the face, then kicked her to the floor without a moment's hesitation.

"Evangeline Frost, what right do you have to lecture me? I'm far more fit to be a mother than you—because the one who was kidnapped wasn't even—"