The house was bare, without anything of value.
Emily sneered. “Wasn’t he kept by some rich woman? Why do you live like this?”
My mother stayed silent, staring at my photo on the wall.
Emily snatched it down, smashing the glass, then tore the picture apart.
“No! That’s my last memory of Ethan. Please, don’t!”
“Don’t call me your daughter-in-law. Do you think your family deserves me?”
At that moment, a furious voice thundered through the door.
“Emily Carter, stop this right now!”
Emily froze, a flicker of joy flashing before it vanished. It wasn’t me.
It was my best friend, Daniel Ross, rushing in to lift my mother from the floor.
“Mom, are you okay?”
Since my death, Daniel Ross had taken care of my mother under the name of a godson. But she refused to leave the family home.
She never saw my body. In her heart, she believed I could still come back to see her.
So she stayed in that old house, waiting for her son’s return.
“It’s you? Hah, people befriend their own kind. You’re just as rotten as he was.”
“And what about that heartless bastard Ethan Brooks? Still planning to keep being a useless coward?”
Hearing her insult me, Daniel roared in fury.
“Shut up! You don’t deserve to even speak his name.”