I died in the year he hated me the most.
I was unable to bear his hatred any longer, so I chose to end my life.
When the funeral home handed my ashes to Harris Clark, he gently patted the urn, revealing the only smile of that day.
"It's too filthy, she should be completely obliterated!"
With a flip of his hand, the urn clattered to the ground.
Indeed, he believed I had caused the death of his beloved.
He had lingered by my side for years just for this moment.
He walked away over my ashes, yet soon after, he wept and begged the funeral home to return me to him.
1
After enduring a year of torment from Harris, I finally died.
I took advantage of his inattention and secretly slit my wrists in the bathtub.
The blood filled the tub, reminiscent of the day I miscarried in sorrow after learning why he had married me.
"Good riddance!"
Harris clapped his hands and laughed, his bright eyes turning bloodshot.
As he laughed, tears began to fall.
I think he must have remembered his long-lost love, Monarch Peaks.
Six years ago, she died in a car accident, and her heart was transplanted into me.
Harris always believed the accident was staged and thought I had caused the death of his beloved.
So, he deliberately got close to me and subjected me to endless torment after our marriage.
He even planned to make my entire family pay for their lives.
He had bided his time, rising from a poor boy to a prominent figure in Mayby.
Once he had the power to challenge my family, he showed his fangs.
Like a mad dog, he relentlessly pursued my family.
But today, it all ended.
Because I died on the very night, he was about to strike.
2
Harris remained eerily calm upon hearing news of my death.
He simply instructed his assistance, Oscar Lewis, to send me to the funeral home immediately.
When he saw me again, I was already a handful of ashes in a small box.
"Give my sister back to me!"
As soon as we stepped out of the funeral home, Troy, my big brother, who had always doted on me, threw a punch at Harris's face.
But he was quickly subdued by security guards and collapsed to the ground, utterly devastated.
"Your sister is here."
Harris patted the urn and then stepped on Troy.
"She was filthy and deserved to be ground into dust."
With that, he turned his hand over and knocked over the palm-sized box, scattering ashes all over the sky.
I knew Harris hated me.
But I didn't know it was to this extent.
As my ashes scattered, I couldn't help but cry.
I had truly loved him for two years, and this was the end I got.
Harris's expensive leather shoes moved off Troy, and he continued his coldly sneer.
"If you love her so much, why not let the entire Madison family be buried with her?"
So, even in my death, he hadn't given up on destroying the Madison family.
Troy slumped to the ground, snot and tears streaming down his face.
"You'll regret this, you'll regret this!"
"I'll never regret it."
Harris stepped on my ashes and left the funeral home.
Troy shed all his pride as the eldest son of the Madison family and cried uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry."
I silently repeated it a hundred times in my heart.
The tears wouldn't stop.
I felt my ashes drifting to various parts of the forest.
A tiny wisp landed in a wild dog's food bowl and ended up in the dog's stomach.
Others landed on the mountainside, in ditches, on trees...
The last wisp clung to his lapels and soles, returning with him to the place we had once shared.
3
Our marital home was a villa nestled halfway up a mountainside.
When we first got married, I thought he chose this place with its clear mountains and beautiful waters for my health because he knew I was unwell.
It wasn't until I gradually lost touch with the outside world that I realized this was also part of his plan.
After all, I was the most favored youngest daughter of the Madison family, and only by isolating me from the world could Harris's plan be more successful.
His revenge would be all the more meaningful.
I followed Harris inside the villa, entering through the door with him.
There were no servants in the villa, and I did all the housework myself.
He seemed stunned as he changed his shoes, then let out a sneer and quickly put them on.
"Helena, you really died a good death."
I curled my lips in disdain and angrily followed him, stepping on his shadow.
"Harris, you jerk!"
Even in death, he still hated me so much!
Harris opened the refrigerator and poured himself a drink.
As he put the bottle down, he noticed the sticky note on the front of the fridge.
[Honey, I made your favorite milk puffs today. Remember to eat them!]
The date was December 28th, the night before I died.
Harris's eyes darkened, and he crumpled the note, throwing it into the trash.
He didn't even glance at my puffs.
To please him, I had even made the puffs in the shape of hearts.
He used to love them the most, but now he didn't even care.
It seemed that loving the food I made was just another one of his ways to deceive me.
