Chapter 4

I was still giving him the cold shoulder, and it was driving him nuts.

"What's gotten into you? How many times do I have to tell you? Jeannie's back in her country, all alone. I'm the only friend she's got. If she doesn't turn to me, who will she turn to?

"Kids like Luis throw fits all the time, but you? Aren't you too grown-up to be acting this petty?

"What do you want from me?" he snapped.

His words were a joke to me.

Jeannie was an adult. Didn't she have any basic social skills? Weren't there any colleagues at her company she could reach out to? Claiming she could only contact Elias, it was all just an excuse, a setup for them to be alone together. Elias, whether he was playing dumb or not, was his own business.

"I want a divorce. Now. A clean break, no looking back." I said it without batting an eye.

Elias was so mad he could not even speak.

Just then, Jeannie's eyes landed on the urn I placed by the grave, still unburied. She picked it up.

"Elias, I want to bury Daisy here."

She looked at me with a smirk that sent chills down my spine, icy as a snake.

"Noelle, my Daisy's gone. You don't need to use a fake urn to hold a spot just to catch Elias's eye. Daisy was a real life, and I hope she finds peace in heaven. So, let's leave this place for her."

I picked out that gravesite myself, the sunniest spot around. All I wanted was for Luis to find health and happiness in the next life.

She was trying to steal the spot from me, there was no way I would let that happen.

I shoved Jeannie aside with all my might and hugged the urn close to my heart.

"What gives you the right to touch my things? I paid for this plot, if you want one, go find your own and stop bothering me!"

Jeannie stumbled from my shove, and Elias, almost reflexively, caught her. He then spun around and yelled at me, "Noelle, if you're upset, take it out on me, not Jeannie. It's just a lousy box, what's it to you? Why are you so protective of it?

"Apologize to Jeannie now and give up this spot. Are you trying to stir up drama with a divorce and now this, just to get my attention?"

Elias still believed I picked out a fake urn, just to vie for his and Jeannie's attention.

My sweet, lovely son, even in death, was being disrespected by his own father.

I could not believe I was ever blind enough to fall for a man like him.

"Elias, I'm not causing a scene. I will divorce you, and I'm not giving up this gravesite!"

My declaration enraged Elias, and he swung at the urn in my arms.

"You're still playing games, huh? Let's see what's really in there!"

I felt a surge of panic. "Don't you dare touch it!"

However, Elias was too quick. I could not get out of the way, and the urn was knocked to the ground with a violent force.

The white ashes spread out across the floor.

I dropped to my knees, hopelessly trying to gather the scattered remains.

However, the ashes already blended with the dirt, making it impossible to separate.

My hands scraped against the ground, bleeding, but I could not stop. I was terrified that if I paused for even a second, my son's ashes would be carried away by the breeze.

Jeannie watched, her comments laced with venom. "Noelle, your performance is eerily perfect," Elias remarked, his brow furrowed as he gave me a frosty stare. "Do you really need to go this far over a mere prop?"

I tuned him out, my focus unwavering as I gathered the ashen remains scattered on the ground.

Guilt seemed to wash over Elias, and he moved to lift me from my grim task. However, just before his fingers could brush against my arm, a cemetery worker approached. "Ms. Porter, the headstone for your son is all set. We're ready to start the interment."