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I gathered all my strength and spat on her rash–covered face.
My chest heaved with each angry breath.
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I shouted, “Stop pointing fingers at my daughter, you have no right! You’re
trying to frame her based on unclear security footage, are you that desperate to
marry John? I can step aside, but apologize to my daughter first, admit what you
did behind my back!”
Seeing me treat Raina like this, John’s pent–up anger exploded like a
powder keg.
His face turned crimson, he took a menacing step forward, his heavy
footsteps shaking the floor.
He pointed at me, his finger like a sharp thorn, aimed at the tip of my nose.
“How could you do this?!” he roared, “You’ve
gone too far!”
His voice echoed through the apartment, each word laced with fury.
Looking at his anger, my own rage
intensified.
I slammed the phone onto the floor, shattering it into pieces, its components
scattering everywhere.
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I pointed at John and shouted, “Look closely, that’s not my daughter! You’re
being played by this woman, and you’re blaming me!”
I lifted my head, trying to hold back tears, but they flowed freely down my
cheeks.
“Why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you believe our daughter? She’s gone,
and you’re still slandering her!” I cried.
Raina stood beside John, watching my pain, a smirk playing on her lips.
The smirk cracked her innocent facade, briefly revealing her inner ugliness.
But she quickly resumed her pitiful expression, tugging John’s arm gently,
her movements unnatural.
“John, don’t be angry,” she said softly, “She’s just trying to protect her child, I
understand a mother’s feelings.”
She paused, blinking her eyes, choosing her words carefully, then continued
in a slightly aggrieved tone, “But it’s too much for her to yell at me and spit on me
like this without any evidence. And she still won’t admit her daughter’s mistake,
she’s blaming us, as if we’re deliberately framing her. She’s clearly trying to avoid
responsibility.”
Her eyes gleamed with cunning, like a fox lurking in the shadows, trying to
hide its triumphant smirk.
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Hearing this, I was furious. “Don’t you dare slander my daughter! You‘ the
one who framed her, it’s not her in the security footage, but you insist in
are you up to? Stop pretending to be innocent, I can see through your little tric
John, already blinded by rage and his authority challenged, his anger flared
up like gasoline poured onto a fire
Without haitation, he kicked me hand in the stomach, a swift and brutal
meme, waing all his strengs
The inner pain shot though my body like sale as if a thousand
wes were relating in my gut
1 cried out in agony, my body musictively curling up. Israel art any
My grip lossened from the excruciating pain, and the urn I had been
chunching fell from my handa
Time seemed to freese as the urn left my graapi
I watched helplessly as in arced though the air, landing on the ground with a
dull thud
The urn, like my shattered heart, was mercilessly thrown to the ground,
some of the ashes spilling out, filling the air with a sense of despair.
For a moment, I saw a wisp of smoke rising, as if Lily’s limde ond was standand
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My heart leaped into my throat, an unprecedented fear and grief washing
over me.
Ignoring the searing pain in my stomach, I reached out with trembling
hands, trying to grasp the wisp of smoke, to soothe my daughter’s soul.
The pale powder was stark against the sunlight, like the wounds in my heart
exposed to the cruel world.
Each particle of ash seemed to carry Lily’s essence, yet they were mercilessly
scattered on the cold ground.
Tears blurred my vision as I looked at the spilled ashes, my heart aching
beyond words.
I felt like my soul had been ripped out, the intense shock numbing me to
physical pain, my eyes fixated on the glaring grey–white.
It was the last trace of my daughter in this world.
Each particle of ash seemed to carry her breath, a crystallization of her
laughter and tears.
My scream echoed through the hallway, a desperate cry from the depths of
my soul.
My throat burned as if scorched by fire, every sound a heart–wrenching
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agony, as if trying to release all my pain and anger through my voice.
The scream reverberated, a protest against the cruelty of the world.
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Ignoring the stabbing pain in my stomach, I scrambled to my knees, like a
madwoman, and threw myself over the spilled ashes, my hands frantically
searching the floor, like someone desperately seeking hope in the darkness.
My fingers scraped against the ground, trying to gather the ashes, as if I
could protect Lily from further harm.
Each particle was as precious as my life, I couldn’t let them be scattered on
the cold ground.
John, however, remained indifferent, his chin held high, his jawline as hard
as his heart.
He barked orders at the bodyguards, his voice cold and decisive, devoid of
hesitation or pity.
free.
Two bodyguards approached and forcefully lifted me up.
I struggled in mid–air, kicking my legs, flailing my arms, trying to break
But my eyes were fixed on Lily’s scattered ashes, my gaze filled with despair
and reluctance.
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My mouth opened and closed, trying to speak, but I was drained of all
strength, unable to utter a sound, only silent screams echoing in my heart
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John lowered his voice, his words laced with a chilling threat, Where’s Lily?
Tell me! This is your last chance.”
His eyes flashed with menace, like a wolf cornering its prey.
But I was oblivious, frozen, my eyes fixated on Lily’s ashes.
Seeing my lack of response, John nodded fiercely, muttering. Fine, you won
t talk, huh? You like ruining people’s faces, don’t you?”
His voice was filled with resentment, trying to vent his anger through these
words.
He grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol from a bodyguard, its surface
reflecting the dim hallway light.
Then, he poured it onto the ground without hesitation, the alcohol flowing like an icy stream, mixing with the ashes into a muddy paste.
He bent down, his movements rough, and scooped up a handful of the ash- mud mixture, the sight jarring in his hand.
Then, he smeared it on my face with brutal force, wanting to inflict pain on
- me.
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The cold mixture of alcohol and ashes felt like ice against my skin, the chill
seeping into my bones, making me shiver uncontrollably.
Blinded by rage, he continued to smear it on my face haphazardly.
He roared, “I’ll give you a makeover myself, do you like it? Answer me! Can’t
you hear me?!”
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