"Emily, Milo died. I was a mess, so I asked Andrew to stay with me. Please don’t be mad," Claire explained, her voice soft yet firm.

Damn. I fancy how talented this girl is sometimes. I mean, look at that!

Her tone was sweet, but her eyes? Pure challenge!

She's practically flaunting that my husband's with her now.

"Wow, lucky you," I said flatly, not giving anything away. "Must be nice to have such a man."

Andrew frowned. "Emily, come on. Milo's death has been hard on Claire, and you're still throwing shade?"

And there goes the knight in shining armor. Funny.

I looked at Andrew, lost for words. I find his protectiveness amusing the most. How many personalities does he have?

Anyway, I sneered and walked past them both.

For the first time, I walked away calmly— no tears, no drama. Two seconds later, there he was, trailing me like a lost puppy.

"Is this about me not bringing Matthew home? Why are you still mad? You're being petty," he hissed.

Always my fault, eh? He screwed up, but somehow, I was the wrong one.

"Yep, all my fault," I said, not even looking at him.

"Listen..." He started, and I rolled my eyes.

Here goes the drama again.

"Milo’s death hit Claire hard, so I didn’t want her to be alone. Is Matthew mad? Don't worry, I’ll make it up to him. He's sweet, so he'll forgive me."

If he’d cared about us at all, he’d know what happened to his own son by now.

But no, Claire was his priority now.

"You'll make it up to him? Well, news flash! You’ve run out of chances," I said, walking away again.

But he grabbed my arm, sounding surprisingly desperate. "Come on! I’ll pick up Matthew every day if that's what you want. Just don’t be mad."

Andrew, begging for the first time, almost made me laugh. I could have forgiven him if Matthew’s accident hadn’t happened.

But now? No way.

"Want to be with Claire? Go be with Claire. Sign the divorce papers, and stop pestering me," I said, shaking off his hand and walking away for good.

As I left, I could feel his eyes on my back.

"Tricia, get me the best toy you can find. Something fancy, so maybe a transformer! Send it home to my son. Maybe he can help calm his mom down," I heard him ordered.

Did he think he could buy me with that?

Oh, how delusional.

I was almost at the cemetery gate when my phone rang. It was the cemetery manager.

"Miss Emily, someone is digging up your son's grave!"

Those words hit me like a wrecking ball, freezing me in place. My heart pounded in my chest.

Is this really happening?

What kind of person could be so horrible to disturb someone's resting place?

Mad, I spun around and sprinted towards Matthew's grave, everything else forgotten.

Matthew was always so sunny, so cheerful. He loved daisies because he knew they were my favorite. In fact, he promised to fill our backyard with them someday, just to keep me smiling.

He was a thoughtful kid, but he never got the chance to fulfill that dream, so I planted daisies on his grave instead. No tombstone, just a sea of daisies.

He would love them, for sure. And they were my way of keeping his promise alive.

When I got there, I saw Claire. She had already placed an urn into Matthew's grave, with two guards filling it back in.

It was a punch to the gut, of course.

The daisies I'd lovingly planted were torn up and scattered around like they meant nothing. And Matthew's urn? Tossed aside like trash.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

I lunged at them, shoving the bodyguards away.

"Who gave you the right to dig this grave?!"

Claire shrank into Andrew's arms, playing the victim.

"Why not? There was no tombstone, and it looked abandoned. I thought Milo could rest here. I even contacted the manager and offered compensation. It was huge money, so the family wouldn't mind. And why are you yelling? You're scaring me!"

I wanted to throw up. I wanted to pull her hair, push her, and bury her instead.

She totally deserved it.

But I had no time for talking. I was frantic, desperate. This was Matthew's place. No one else could take it!

Mad as I was, I grabbed a shovel from one of the guards and started digging, dirt flying everywhere.

My hands were shaking, but I didn’t care.

"Emily, stop it!" Andrew yelled, grabbing the shovel from my hands.

"Andrew, you're a monster!" I shouted back, dropping to my knees, clawing at the dirt with my hands.

For a second, I didn't care how I looked or what they thought. All that mattered was Matthew.

Seeing I was about to reach the urn, Claire panicked.

"Stop her! Don't let her touch Milo!"

The guards then pulled me back like robots. Great. I thought only Claire had a corrupted mind. Turns out there are four of them.

"Let me go!"

I struggled, but they held tight. This couldn't be happening. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare too cruel to be real.

This time, Andrew moved. He walked over, his eyes like ice.

Then he said, "Claire’s upset because of Milo’s death, and now you're digging up his grave? You’ve gone too far, Emily. Apologize to Claire. Now!"

I never believed a person could be so heartless until I saw one now, not to mention it was my husband.

Had he always been like this? Was I blind? Did I marry a different man back then? Good Lord! I can barely recognize him now.

Andrew, wanting me to apologize to the woman who disrespectfully dug up my son's grave, got me sneering at them like a madman.

"And why would I do that?"

Provoked, Claire interjected.

"Babe, didn't you always say your wife was kind and generous? What happened? Look at her now, acting like a lunatic. If I were you, I would never go out with her. So embarrassing!"

Andrew mirrored Claire's disgust. "Did you hear her? Stop embarrassing me, go home, and be with Matthew. How could you even leave him alone?!"

Oh, wow. Look who's talking.

I stared at him, teeth gritted. "Do you even care about Matthew?"

"Of course! What kind of dumb question is that? I may be busy, but I work hard for him. He is my only son, and all my assets will be his. When he gets married, I'll give him the best gift even you can't give."

Andrew's words hit a nerve. And this time, I couldn't hold back.

Not anymore.

"Bullshit! Stop pretending, Andrew. If you cared, you wouldn’t have left him alone for Claire. He was only six for Pete's sake! Did you ever think about how helpless he felt at that train station?"

"Damn it! Why are you so annoying? Stop making everything a big deal! You're never going to stop, are you?" Andrew finally snapped.

Then, he kicked the urn next to the dirt pile. It rolled, scattering ashes everywhere.

Watching that, my mind went blank.

When Matthew was hit by that train, my heart broke. But seeing his ashes destroyed by his father? The pain was unbearable.

What a monster.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, scattering Matthew's ashes further.

"Fuck, no!"

I struggled to break free from the guards to grab my son's floating ashes.

But, silly me. How can hands hold ashes?

They disappeared, just like Matthew.

I knelt on the ground, trying to gather his remaining ashes from the soil.

"They're just a pile of stranger's ashes, Emily. Why are you making such a scene? If you want to stop Milo from being buried, fine! You don’t need to do this! You're so disgusting!"

Evil as she was, Claire stepped forward, crushing the ashes under her foot.

"Go away!" I shouted as I stood up and pushed Claire so hard that she fell to the ground.

What happened next? Just as I expected, of course.

Andrew slapped me across the face for the very first time.

I didn't feel the pain though. My heart hurt far more.

"So you left Matthew alone just to harass Claire? Emily, you're crazy! How did Matthew end up with a petty mother like you?"

Andrew was livid, and he didn't stop.

"You like crying over stranger's ashes, right? Then cry. Starting today, I’m taking Matthew away. You don’t deserve to be his mother."

After saying that, he took out his phone and called someone. Probably his secretary.

"Tricia, take Matthew to my villa immediately, and don't let Emily near him. Are we clear?"

We were at the cemetery, so it was quiet. No one dared to talk, so we could all hear Tricia when she spoke.

"Sir Andrew, I'm afraid I can't do that..." she said, clearly hesitant.

Why?

Is it hard to announce that my son is dead?

Let him hear it, though.

Tell him he's the reason that his son is dead.

Tell him everything, so I can watch him in pain for once.

"Why not?" Andrew asked, clueless of what was coming.

I wonder how this jerk would react.

"Matthew died when he was hit by the train the day you were supposed to bring him home. The grave full of daisies where Miss Claire wanted to bury her dog was also where Matthew's ashes were."