Chapter 3

The cab I got brought the group to the cemetery.

When the car stopped, Helen banged the door as she got out of my car impatiently.

"Why did you bring us here? I just got married. It's bad luck to be here!"

I took a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it slowly. I pointed to my father's tombstone.

"Don't you find this place familiar?"

She had not been here before and did not understand what I meant.

All Helen did was continue ordering me about in frustration.

"Stop playing games with us. Take us to the hotel right now. We're exhausted!"

Even at a time like this, all she cared about was Zack's family's feelings.

My family, on the other hand, had always been disrespected by her. I burst out laughing.

"You're exhausted? Have you ever cared about my father's feelings? Have you ever wondered what was going through his mind when he held my hand while bedridden and breathed his last?"

Helen stumbled backward.

"What do you mean?"

I looked at my father's grave not far away.

"He's lying right there. Don't you want to see him one last time?

"Or are you too ashamed to see him?"

Helen was stunned. She shook my arm in a frenzy.

"You buried your father in advance just because I didn't come back? Don't you have a conscience?"

What a joke. She was supposed to be the one who had wronged us, yet she had the gall to accuse me of something like this.

I pushed her to the ground without sympathy. I had a pained expression on my face.

"Because of you? Who do you think you are? My dad was utterly hurt by what you did.”

"All he wanted before he died was to see you one more time, but what were you doing when I called you then? You were in a hotel room with Zack Wyndham!"

My eyes turned red from the memory of that day.

I wanted so much to tear that adulterous pair apart.

Helen knew she was in the wrong and she lowered her head.

Zack's father stood at the side. He was unsympathetic about this.

"This isn't an important matter at all. What is your driver so angry about? Are you itching to be fired?"

Zack quickly nodded in agreement.

"That's right. We're husband and wife. Why would we need your agreement to do anything?"

My expression turned increasingly cold. What a bunch of shameless bloodsuckers.

They wanted to take advantage of me after they were done making use of Helen.

I refused to let them have their way.

Otherwise, I would be letting my father down.

Helen saw my stiffened expression. She knew I was angry.

She finally lost her attitude and came up to hold my hand.

"Stop it. Let's talk about this at home behind closed doors. Don't fight with me here. Take me to see your dad."

I shook my head.

"You can come with me, but they're not allowed to come along."

I was worried my father would not be able to rest in peace if he saw these bastards.

Zack's father looked unhappy.

"You…!"

"All right. Take me there with you now."

I turned away silently. She followed behind me while chattering away.

"What were you thinking? Why didn't you call me when you were organizing the funeral? I will be criticized for this if people find out about this."

"What did Dad say to you before he died? I know I was wrong, but you can't treat me this way."

I continued staying silent no matter what she said.

Helen could no longer take it in the end. She grabbed my hand.

"Why did you become this way? This is so selfish of you!"

I finally stopped walking. I was disappointed.

"You were taking a shower the night I called you about this. Zack Wyndham picked up the call."

Helen's eyes widened. She checked her call logs incredulously.

Her hands trembled when she saw the log.

It was the first time I had seen guilt on her face.

"I… We were too tired that night, so I took a shower… But we didn't do anything!"

That was when I interrupted her by waving her off.

"It doesn't matter to me what you did. We'll be strangers after today.”

"I brought you here just to fulfil my dad's last wish. Don't think too much of this."

Helen lowered her head guiltily.

"You're just saying this because you're mad right now. Do you really want to break up with me?"

I bowed at my father's grave. When I stood up, there was determination in my eyes.

This was the most important decision of my life.

"We should break up, Helen."