In the dimly lit living room, I sat with her urn in my arms, the only light coming from my phone screen where the livestream of my husband and his lover was still going.
"We're not married," Ida White said shyly as she nestled into Jeff Hawking's embrace, her cheeks flushing.
Jeff, acting protectively, smiled gently, "Alright, don't tease her anymore, she's shy."
The surrounding crowd cheered even louder.
The comment section was filled with sugar-coated compliments, "Ahh! This is divine love!"
"A match made in heaven!"
"When are you two getting married? If you don't, I'll drive a forklift and force you to the altar!"
Meanwhile, I, the legal wife, sat in front of the screen watching strangers ship my husband and his mistress' relationship!
Blinking through dry eyes, I numbly dialed the number that had been hung up countless times.
I asked every one of Jeff's friends, but the response I got was that he was filming a show and had his phone taken away, so no one could reach him.
The son my mother-in-law had raised for decades had left her, with her heart condition, on the side of the highway during a rainstorm because of another woman!