I Held Our Dying Sons While She Fed Steak to Her 'Best Friend' novel Chapter 3

Lucas was barely conscious, but he still called out for Emma.

"William, stop!" Emma screamed.

"You'll kill him!"

She crawled over and tried to pull me off.

I shoved her aside and kept punching.

"I want to kill him!"

Lucas wailed in pain.

Then suddenly—

A loud CRASH echoed through the room.

Pain exploded in my skull.

My fists stopped midair.

Lucas shoved me off, flipping me onto the floor.

I tumbled, crashing into the couch.

Dazed, I sat up, blinking through the dust in the air.

Then I saw it.

The urn—Mike's urn—was gone.

My vision went red.

"NO!"

My son—my baby boy—

His ashes—

Emma had shattered the urn.

I lunged forward, scrambling to gather the remains.

I had already lost them once.

I couldn't lose them again.

Emma's face went pale, her eyes widening in shock.

Her phone slipped from her fingers, crashing onto the floor in pieces. 

"William, Mike and James were in a car accident…"

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Her voice was breaking. 

"Didn't tell you?" 

I let out a cold laugh and roared, "I called you dozens of times!"

"Did you pick up even once?!"

"If you hadn't abandoned Mike and James in the middle of nowhere, they wouldn't have been hit by that car!" 

"Do you even know?"

"James was in my arms, calling for his mom until his last breath." 

"And where were you? All cozy with Lucas!" 

"This is on you, Emma! You let our son die without even a goodbye!" 

James spent his final moments searching for his mother's warmth. 

But Emma? She was with Lucas, ignoring my calls. 

How hopeless must James have felt? 

I just hoped they'd never have a mother like Emma again. 

Emma crawled toward me.

"Honey, let me help you." 

Honey? 

In all these years of marriage, aside from our wedding night, this was the first time she'd called me that. 

I used to dream of hearing it from her. 

Now, it made me sick. 

Before she could touch the ashes, I shoved her away. 

"Get lost! You have no right to touch my sons!" 

"William, that's too much!" Lucas snapped, stepping in.

"No matter what, Emma is still Mike and James' mother." 

I shot him a cold glare. 

"You better get the hell out of my house before I do something you'll regret." 

Lucas flinched, stammering, "W-What are you gonna do?" 

I let out a scoff and ignored him, focusing back on the ashes. 

Emma, looking completely drained, turned to Lucas.

"You should go." 

Lucas' face darkened with dissatisfaction, but he still nodded. 

"…Fine. I'll leave."