My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 27

My soul followed Ethan as he sped through the streets, racing to the funeral home.

He didn't even bother to close the car door before rushing inside.

By now, it was the middle of the night.

The waiting area for relatives was sparsely populated, with only a few scattered people.

When the staff led Ethan to where I was, he came face to face with the cremation furnace, still burning.

I overheard the staff member say,

"If you had arrived thirty minutes earlier, you might have seen her one last time."

Ethan, who always carried himself with calm composure in public, stood frozen, silently watching the flames.

His usually sharp eyes were rimmed with red, but he said nothing.

Was Ethan mourning me?

Impossible.

The thought was dismissed as quickly as it appeared.

Maybe it was the roaring fire, or perhaps it was the intensity of the flames.

It could be anything—but it wasn't me.

"I want to see the person who claimed her body earlier."

Ethan finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

When they reached the room, Ethan pushed the door open.

Zach clenched his jaw and spat,

"That punch is for Claire. Ethan Carter, anyone can take her—but not you."

Ethan wiped the blood from his mouth, his voice chillingly cold.

"That's enough. My marriage to Claire is none of your concern.

Leave her personal belongings. Whether you stay or go, that's up to you."

Zach let out another cold laugh.

"Mr. Carter, have you forgotten? The two of you already agreed to a divorce.

What gives you the right to take Claire? Do you think she would have wanted you to?"