When I was looking at the bodies already covered with white sheets, a wave of emotions surged through me.

Their closest family treated their lives like a joke, sending them off without giving them any chance to survive.

I saw a wrist sticking out from under one of the sheets, with festering blisters that made me shudder.

Why would such dangerous wasps be found in a tourist area?

I realized this wasn't a simple accident. Someone must have done it on purpose.

I called the police and asked them to investigate.

After I went to the police station and gave my statement, they quickly found out that a man had bought and released those wasps.

The officers handed me a photo and asked if I recognized him.

I knew right away it was Eric Peterson, Chloe Peterson's younger brother.

Why did I remember him so clearly?

A year ago, Eric tried to take indecent photos of me, but I caught him.

When I reported it to the police, Daniel found out. Rather than taking my side, he threatened me with divorce and forced me to sign a settlement agreement.

At the time, I loved him so much I couldn't bear to leave. I knew that once we got divorced, there'd be no going back.

When I first got together with Daniel, I already knew he pined for someone else. But he never hid it. In fact, he introduced Chloe to me openly.

He swore he wouldn't make me jealous because of her. He also promised he'd cut off all contact with her.

But once Daniel had money, he forgot his promises and secretly stayed in touch with Chloe.

Because her brother was the one who caused me such distress, I kept my grievances to myself. I'd never forget his face.

I realized he had planned to target me this time too. But since he didn't know I hadn't gone on the trip, it ended up hurting Daniel's family instead. That made me feel a twinge of guilt.

Leaving the police station, I checked my phone and saw two messages that proved Daniel had caused his family's death by using the money meant for their surgery.

Suddenly, I noticed the second message mentioned a local hotel.

I finally realized what that woman's voice on Daniel's end had meant.

Checking the transaction history, I confirmed he'd booked a hotel room.

The first two-thousand-dollar charge was from a jewelry store.

I called and spoke to the staff, who told me that Daniel had placed a deposit on a diamond ring. That was when I finally understood that Daniel had been cheating on me.

I gripped my phone, wanting to tear that pair of adulterers apart. Any guilt I'd felt for Daniel disappeared.

I calmed down quickly, knowing I couldn't act recklessly. Otherwise, I might lose the evidence and let him twist the facts against me.

"Officer, someone charged 3,000 dollars on my credit card without my consent. He used it to book a hotel room. Can I get that money back?"

I went back to the police station and showed the officer my evidence.

The officer verified it and said they'd investigate. I nodded and went back to the hospital to handle the arrangements for Daniel's family's bodies.

In the morgue, six bodies were laid out in a row.

My phone rang sharply. It was Daniel.

I picked up, and his furious voice blasted through. "Linda, did you call the cops? Great, now everyone knows I cheated. I only used 3,000 dollars. Did you really have to take it this far?"

Looking at the bodies under their sheets, I still forced myself to ask, "Your family is in the morgue. Aren't you going to see them one last time?"

"That's your family. Your parents died because you're a jinx. Just have them cremated already. I'm sick of looking at them. Linda, stop changing the subject. Tell the cops we're legally married so they'll leave."

"What if I don't?"

"Then we'll get divorced."

Without thinking, I said, "Alright."

He clearly hadn't expected me to agree so decisively. After he had hung up, he called me several more times, but I blocked him.

I contacted the crematorium, and those six bodies became six urns of ashes.

I felt sad for them. Their closest family chose to spend the life-saving money on his mistress rather than save them.

I paid back the money I had borrowed and spent tens of thousands to buy them the best urns I could find.

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?"