My Husband’s Childhood Sweetheart Killed My Mother For Insurance

Jason pulled me into his arms.

“Dead is dead. Olivia has always been like this. She’s a bit reckless. Why are you making a big deal out of it? Besides, who told Mom to stand in the middle of the road?”

I pushed him away and stared at him in disbelief.

He sounded so indifferent, as if the person who had been crushed into a mangled corpse was not the same woman who had donated her bone marrow to save him when he was gravely ill.

Olivia suddenly spoke from the side.

“I am really sorry, Megan. It’s my fault for not seeing clearly and hitting her. How about I let Jason stay with you tonight? I can sleep alone.”

She sounded apologetic, yet she provocatively clung to Jason’s arm.

Jason hurriedly interrupted her. His eyes were full of reproach for me.

“You don’t need to inconvenience yourself on purpose. This isn’t your fault.”

I clenched my fists tightly. Anger surged through my chest, almost erupting.

I had done nothing, yet in her eyes, I had become the villain.

I could not bear to watch any longer and turned to leave.

He hesitated for a second, then chased after me.

“Let’s go home together. We agreed that I would stay with you today.”

I took a deep breath.

“Let’s go to the crematorium first.”

I opened the passenger door and immediately saw several opened condoms tossed inside. My heart sank.

Before the car even started, Olivia called.

“Jason! I was just testing you, and you really went to stay with her!

“Fine! If you want to stay with her, then stay with her forever. Don’t come looking for me ever again!”

He immediately panicked, pulled out the keys, and told me to get out. He stuffed 500 dollars into my hand.

“Take a cab to the crematorium. Use this to get a better urn for Mom. I will be there soon…

“When Olivia gets upset, I will be dealing with it for days. I need to calm her down.”

Then, he shoved me out of the car.

I stood in the cold wind, watching him rush after her.

She ignored him in anger.

“Who wants to sit in your lousy car? You even want to drive it to the crematorium. That is bad luck. I refuse to sit in it!”

He comforted her gently, saying, “Don’t be angry. I will have it scrapped right now. We’ll go pick a new one. We’ll pick something you like.”

After that, he called a towing company and told them to send the car for scrapping.

As I watched, I felt a stabbing pain in my heart. The pain made it hard to breathe.

He had forgotten.

We had bought that car with all of my mother’s savings.

Back then, he had knelt before her in tears and sworn that he would let her see us surrounded by children and grandchildren.

I watched as the car was dismantled and dragged away.

He forgot that I even existed. He walked away with her while laughing and chatting.

I took out my phone and sent an emoji to a chat that had been silent for three years.

The reply came instantly.

“Where are you? I’m coming back to the country right now to find you! Wait for me!”