Looking at the familiar scene, I felt quite different from my previous life.

Ian hadn't seen Carol for the last time this time, and I was no longer to blame for him not leaving Bella behind.

I was finally relieved and couldn't hold back the tears.

Ian was just as indifferent to me in my previous life as he was today, but I didn't give up.

I tried desperately to get in touch with him.

I took pictures for Ian of what Carol looked like when she was critically ill and sent him the critically ill notice from the hospital.

I was trying to convince Ian that Carol was terminally ill.

At that moment, Ian was on his way to the airport to catch up with Bella.

Ian turned around and drove the car straight to the hospital after reading the message.

Unfortunately, I wasted too much time on the road explaining over and over to convince him that Carol was critically ill.

By the time Ian arrived at the door of the operating room, Carol had just taken her last breath.

Ian had a nervous breakdown, covered his head with his hands, and knelt in the hallway of the hospital, sobbing uncontrollably.

He forced himself to handle Carol's funeral with me.

As everything was settled, Ian realized that all his contacts had been blacklisted by Bella.

He could never get in touch with his first love who had gone abroad.

For seven whole days, Ian was silent without saying a word.

When I asked him in concern, he just shook his head and said he was fine.

I even booked a ticket for Ian to go abroad on my own accord so that he could go to Bella and explain the situation.

However, I was refused indifferently by Ian, who said he wouldn't even contact Bella in the future.

Ian said that he realized he should cherish the people around him after this incident.

He finally said the words I had waited five years for, and I chose to believe him without hesitation.

Just when I was overjoyed and thought that he was finally coming back to our family, Ian knocked me out with a stick on the day of Carol's funeral and dragged me to Carol's tombstone.

Ian's eyes no longer showed the same indifference as before but only hatred.

Ian's eyes no longer showed the same indifference as before but only hatred.

The moment I opened my eyes from unconsciousness, Ian stabbed the dagger he had polished by hand for seven days into my heart.

I kept struggling in pain, unable to utter a single word of pleading for mercy.

Ian turned the hilt of his knife forcefully, his eyes filled with hatred.

He looked so paranoid as a madman who had lost the love of his life.

Ian watched mercilessly as the skin of my wound blurred, and I was drenched in blood.

Only a second before I lost consciousness, Ian said slowly, "Why did you have to call me? How would I change the outcome if I rushed to the hospital?

"l'll never see Bella again for the rest of my life just because of a few pictures of you!

"Do you know how long I have waited for her to come back? For the five years I married you, I wished that she would come back everyday, and I even dreamed of her, begging her to come back and see me for a second. Now Bella finally showed up, but I'll never hear from her again for the rest of my life just because of you!

"Since you can't take care of my mom, you should be buried with her! Go to hell!"

Upon saying that, Ian suddenly drew the dagger in my chest.

He stabbed me for several times.

The blood instantly spurted out and splattered on the tombstone, staining Carol's face with a smile.

The examination report of my pregnancy for two months in my bag would never be taken out again.

When I died, my soul would float off to the side.

I watched helplessly as Ian fled abroad and ended up standing humbly in front of Bella.

Before Ian could say anything to beg for reconciliation, he was shot dead by the police who chased him to arrest him.

At that moment, I realized how ridiculous it was for me to unilaterally sacrifice the marriage I had maintained for five years.

Ian could change his last name for Bella, and he didn't even care about his family.

So how could he possibly hesitate because of what I gave him?

Fortunately, the fate gave me a chance to start over.

I didn't leave as soon as I put away Carol's death certificate.

Instead, I gave up the baby in my belly.

Kevin was worried about my condition, so he stayed by my side the whole time.

The more he cared for me, the worse I felt.

I feel worthless for myself.

Even Ian's friends knew I was vulnerable right now and needed company.

However, my husband, whom I had loved for five years, only felt that I was standing in the way of his pursuit of true love.

As a free carer who helped him look after his mother for a year, all I got was Ian's complaints and endless hatred.

Kevin witnessed me scheduling the surgery and finishing it.

He didn't stop me, and he couldn't speak for his best friend any longer.

As I came out of the operating room, he meticulously advised me of the precautions to be taken.

I took those words to heart and nodded weakly.

"Carol's funeral will be in three days. Ian isn't here, and you're Carol's attending doctor, so you should take a look at her for him."

Carol treated me nicely, and I didn't want her to leave alone.

Ian's fault wasn't caused by her.

None of the funeral rituals should be missing.

With that, I shakily walked out the door and took a taxi home.

For the past three whole days, Ian hadn't sent me any messages.

He didn't even greet Carol.

The only thing Ian kept up was Bella's constantly updated Instagram that Kevin had screenshotted for me.

Maybe Kevin didn't want me to be kept in the dark, so he sent me their new messages every day.

It seemed that Ian had gotten her back successfully.

Carol had just passed away, and the two of them had traveled to all the surrounding attractions in three days.

I saw everything, so I sneered and took screenshots to keep the evidence, intending to use it as evidence to sue him for cheating when the time came.

When it came to the day of Carol's funeral, there were very few people there.

Since Ian and I never had a wedding ceremony, I didn't know any of his relatives.

The people who could come to the funeral were relatives Carol had mentioned to me once.

Kevin stared indifferently at the door.

I knew he was waiting for Ian.

Kevin still couldn't bear it, so he sent a message to Ian about Carol's funeral.

But when the funeral got to the last step, Ian still didn't show up.

Kevin's eyes were filled with hatred.

I held Carol's ashes in my hands and wore a thin funeral suit.

I couldn't tell you if I felt hatred or distraught, and I just felt heartbroken from it.

Today's funeral was as much for Carol as it was for myself in the past.

As we were just about to bury Carol, a man's angry roar suddenly sounded from the doorway.

"What are you doing? Who told you guys to give my mom a funeral? My mom is alive and well in the hospital. Are you guys crazy?"

I stopped, holding the urn tightly.

The familiar and harsh voice made me tremble uncontrollably.

Ian walked in furiously, and Bella was beside him in a red dress.

The bright red dress looked especially strange at the sorrowful funeral.

Without waiting for me to speak, Kevin took the lead and said indifferently, "Carol has died a long time ago. You didn't listen to Audrey or me, and do you expect Carol to come back to life and tell you in person?

"It's Carol's funeral today. Are you insane for bringing this woman over here dressed like this?

"Ian, I'm so disappointed in you. If you came here to cause trouble today, you should get the hell out of here with her now!"

Ian hadn't expected his best friend to be so ruthless with him, and anger instantly surged in his eyes.

"Audrey's messing around, and you're doing it along with her, aren't you? She couldn't pretend to be sick, and now she's holding a funeral for my mom, right? Is she such a drama queen? Well, you're having a funeral. I'll make you do it!"

After saying that, Ian rushed to me with big strides.

Ian grabbed the urn out of my hand.

He slammed it down hard on the floor.

My eyes instantly filled with grief.

I was stunned in place and couldn't help but scream out.

I crouched down to protect the urn with my body, but I was kicked into the ashes by Ian.

The ashes were splattered all over my face, staining my funeral clothes.

When Kevin came to his senses, he quickly rushed to me and threw his fist into Ian's face as forcefully as he could.

"You're an animal! How could Carol have a son like you?

"Get out, now! Don't say I know you from now on! I'll have Carol's funeral myself!"

Carol appreciated Kevin's care and was very attentive to him during her lifetime. When her relatives came to visit her, she made a point of sending Kevin lots of specialties.

What was ridiculous was that an outsider was even known to leave Carol in peace.

Carol's biological son, who she raised alone, smashed her urn for another woman.

Seeing this, Bella rushed forward to stop Ian.

However, she was pushed to the ground by Kevin.

Her hand was sliced deep into the bone by the broken urn.

Ian instantly burst into tears.

He turned to help Bella up.

When Ian was just about to roll up his sleeves and hit me, Kevin took Carol's death certificate out of his pocket and threw it in his face.