He Stepped on My Ashes After I was Gone novel Chapter 9

The car sped down the road, the reflections outside blurring past us. Christopher Moore gritted his teeth, his jaw taut with tension.

He was so nervous, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead.

I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to drive so fast; I wasn’t in a hurry.

But the next moment, it was as if he could hear my thoughts, and he slowed down.

He smiled, “We’ll be there soon, Olivia. Are you scared?”

There was an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher.

I shook my head. “Not scared.”

He smiled back, looking relieved. “That’s good. Olivia, don’t waste yourself like this in your next life.”

I paused, my mouth opening slightly as I silently replied, “Okay.”

The car came to a stop by the sea.

Christopher hesitated to get out, gripping the steering wheel as his hands trembled.

We both knew that once we stepped out, it would be the final farewell.

I placed my hand over his, knowing he couldn’t feel it, but I wanted to do it anyway.

“Let’s get out,” he said softly.

He took off the necklace around his neck, which held a glass vial containing my ashes.

We walked along the beach, one after the other.

He had his hands in his pockets, a smile lingering on his lips.

I watched as my transparent form became more and more visible, stopping beside a rock.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yes, right here.”

Christopher opened the glass vial and poured the meager ashes into his hand, then flung them into the sea.

“Go, Olivia, you’re free now!” he shouted.

A gentle breeze carried my ashes toward the depths of the ocean.

We exchanged smiles, and at last, I felt free.

“Christopher Moore!”

A furious voice rang out.

William Miller came stumbling toward me, his eyes bloodshot.

“Christopher Moore, give me back Olivia’s ashes! Please, I’m begging you!”

In the courtroom, I had only glanced at William.

Now, as he drew closer, I saw how haggard he looked.

Dark circles under his eyes suggested sleepless nights, and his face was pale as if he had just come from the hospital.

He choked out, “Christopher Moore, did you scatter Olivia Brown’s ashes in the sea? Did you throw her away?”

Christopher Moore punched William Miller, his voice low and menacing. “You lost her, you did, William Miller.”

“Aren’t you marrying Isabella Miller?”

“Don’t you hate Olivia Brown? What’s with the sudden display of affection?”

William coughed up blood, shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to marry Isabella Miller; I just wanted to make Olivia angry.”

“Make her angry? Haha, William Miller, what a creative way to get back at your wife—by using your wedding to hurt her.”

“You’re disgusting, William Miller.”

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