Chapter 4

I took him to the cemetery I had chosen.

But at the entrance, I ran straight into Ethan and Chloe.

When Ethan saw me, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by anger.

"I can't believe you're this petty. It's one thing to lie about our son's death, but to stalk me all the way here?"

"Chloe's dog didn't survive the surgery. I'm here to help her bury it. Grow up, Clara."

Ethan grabbed my arm roughly. "Stop throwing tantrums."

"Go home. Stop ruining my day."

I stood frozen, letting him drag my arm, my face completely expressionless.

Chloe walked over, playing the saint again. She took Ethan's hand. "Ethan, let's just bury my dog first."

She threw me a triumphant smirk, looking like a victorious peacock.

In the past, I would have been furious. I would have argued and screamed. But now, I didn't even want to speak to him.

Ignoring them, I turned and walked toward the cemetery.

For the first time, I walked away from him without a single trace of hesitation.

Ethan was stunned. He probably thought I was still playing games. He caught up in three long strides, his face red with anger. "I told you to go home! Did you not hear me?"

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, lifting the black cloth covering the urn.

Ethan’s voice stopped abruptly. His pupils contracted as he stared at the box in my hands.

"What is that?"

When I didn't answer, he grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. "I asked you, what is that!"

I let out a cold laugh. "It's your own son. Can't you recognize him?"

For some reason, saying those words gave me a sick sense of satisfaction.

Ethan's eyes widened in horror. He took a massive step back, but his gaze remained glued to the urn.

The only sound around us was the chirping of the birds.

Chloe’s face turned pale behind him.

After a long silence, Ethan seemed to snap out of it. He glared at me, refusing to believe it. "Stop lying to me! You've gone too far this time. I only stayed out for a few days, and you're pulling a sick stunt like this? You bought a fake urn?"

"If you want to curse yourself with bad luck, leave me out of it!"

He still thought I was lying.

If he had cared even a little bit, if he had called the hospital or even his secretary, he would have known the truth.

But he didn't. He lived in his own selfish world.

I felt a dark anticipation for the moment he finally realized the truth.

I shouldn't be the only one suffering the pain of losing a child.