7
Sarah’s face twisted, her grip on the phone
tightening.
She was silent for a few seconds. The caller,
thinking there was a problem with the
connection, asked,
“Hello? Can you hear me? You’re Mrs. Gray,
right? Mr. Gray’s ashes are ready for
collection.
“”
Michael tugged on Sarah’s sleeve.
Sarah snapped back to reality, gritting her
teeth,
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
I looked at her suspiciously.
Did she really believe I was dead? No doubts?
Soon, they arrived at the funeral home.
An employee presented an urn,
“These are Mr. Gray’s ashes. Please accept
our condolences.”
Sarah reached for it, then purposely dropped
- it.
The urn shattered, scattering my ashes.
The sound hit me like a physical blow.
Even in death, I was humiliated by Sarah. The employee was shocked.
“What are you—”
Sarah stepped forward, her heel on my ashes, “Still acting? How much did Gray pay you?” The employee was confused but sensed a misunderstanding, waving his hands,
“Ms. Johnson, you’re mistaken! I don’t know Mr. Gray!”
Sarah confidently smiled,
“Let me rephrase, who brought the body for
cremation?”
The employee stammered,
“An Asian man—like—”
He was about to point at Lee.
Michael interrupted, frowning,
“Sarah. Gray’s gone too far, faking his death
to escape you. Is he trying to leave you for good?”
Sarah was furious, a glint in her eyes,
“Good, Gray, you coward, faking your death
to hide, you think you can escape? Just you wait and see!”
I watched Michael, secretly pleased.
He was so cunning, manipulating Sarah into misunderstanding me.
But the trust between Sarah and me was
gone, this day was inevitable.
Michael pinched the baby, weakly saying,
“I’ll help you find him, no matter how long it
takes.”
Seeing Michael’s pale face and the crying
baby, Sarah felt pity.
She bit her lip,
“Forget it, Michael. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have
involved you. Your health won’t take it. Let’s
go home.”
go home.‘
وو
As Sarah was leaving, the employee stopped
her,
“Wait, what about the ashes?”
Sarah scoffed,
“Whatever. Fertilizer or dust, I don’t care.
I watched the last trace of my existence.
I laughed bitterly.
My desires were simple:
A life with the woman I loved, a family.
But I was alone.
My soul followed Sarah back home.
At the villa, the housekeeper held a dog
identical to Buster.
He looked at Sarah, smiling,
“Ms. Johnson, you went to get Mr. Gray,
right? Where is he? Is he still refusing to
come home?”
