Chapter 3

"Where is your humanity? Neither you nor I can utilize this burial plot right now, so what's wrong with giving it to Suzanne?" Gabriel yelled.

Unable to suppress my rage any longer, I grabbed him by the collar and screamed, "Because I reserved this plot for Anna! Your daughter Annabelle has died! She died on the operating table because you abandoned her halfway through her surgery! How could you be so heartless, Gabriel Turner?"

The cacophonous atmosphere of the cemetery fell silent after I yelled that to Gabriel's face.

Gabriel turned to look at the burial plot in a daze. However, he quickly composed himself and even sneered at me.

"You have taken your lies to a new low. I've only left home for two days, and you're using our daughter's alleged death to scare me?

"Do you take me for a fool, Rhea? Robert was still talking to Anna last night, yet you're telling me Anna's already dead? Can you please use some logic before coming up with your lies?

"Forget it, I don't want to waste my time arguing with you. Since you're my wife, you have to follow my words. We'll let Suzanne have this burial plot."

Gabriel then instructed the staff members by saying, "Process the plot transfer paperwork now!"

…

Two minutes later, the staff member came over to me with an uncomfortable expression. He then placed the documents in my hands. "Please sign here, miss."

I immediately tried to tear the paper to shreds, but Gabriel was faster. He rushed over and kicked me in the stomach.

He then took out a small blade and cut my thumb open with it. Once my thumb was drenched in blood, he forced me to stamp it on the paperwork.

I glared furiously at him, eyes bloodshot. "You heartless, fucking bastard, Gabriel Turner! Do you remember that you promised my father when he handed me over to you at the altar? You—"

Gabriel slapped me across the cheek again before I could finish talking.

"Stop threatening me with that damned father of yours. We're in civilized society, Rhea. You think I'd still be scared of him?

"I've put up with you for way too long, Rhea Vaughn. If you hadn't given me a daughter, I would've turned my back on you long ago! You wretched, vulgar woman!"

Gabriel then violently kicked me aside. Wrapping an arm over Suzanne's shoulder, he held Robert's hand before leaving without turning back.

It was all because of Suzanne's dog that Gabriel had decided to reveal his true colors. He seemed to have forgotten that my father was the reason why he was now successful. I might as well retract his support system if he did not want it anymore.

…

On my way back from the cemetery, a rare occurrence happened—Gabriel rang me up.

His tone was awkward and questioning as he asked, "Could you please send me a video of her? I haven't seen Annabelle in days, Rhea."

"Sure." I hung up the call before he could finish speaking. I then sent him one of Annabelle's videos from when she was still alive.

Gabriel swiftly replied with a voice message. He now had a much more relaxed tone.

"Good girl, Rhea. Now you're being a good wife. Don't throw jealous tantrums from now on, okay? Your tantrums frightened Suzanne and Robert earlier. Robert's birthday is tomorrow, so I'll only come home once the celebration is over.

"One more thing, what happened earlier at the cemetery isn't over yet. You have to come to Robert's birthday party tomorrow and beg Suzanne for forgiveness. You two will be seeing each other more often from now on, so it's best not to make things more awkward…"

"Alright. I'll go." I calmly agreed.

My answer caught Gabriel off guard. He then sent another voice message with a delighted tone. "That's great, Rhea. I love it when you're so kind and forgiving. See you tomorrow."

After hanging up the call, I took one last look at the empty room before me. I then turned and left, having no more attachment to it all.

Goodbye, Gabriel.