The 13th Call to My Husband at the Crematorium novel Chapter 1

I stood alone at the crematorium, watching the only family I had left leave this world.

At the same time, I said goodbye to the child I lost.

Everyone I loved, I personally sent into that small furnace.

They turned to ashes in my hands.

But I no longer cared.

Soon, I'd be gone too.

Both of my parents were professors, mentors to so many students.

Their funeral had a big turnout.

But the one person who should have been there, Caleb, my husband, was absent…

A student my parents had helped in the past stood by the grave, angrily condemning Caleb's lack of filial piety.

Their eyes turned to me, full of pity.

They avoided me, whispering behind my back:

"Time shows a person's true colors."

"Caleb always acted like a dutiful son, but turns out he's a heartless bastard!"

…

The doctor told me I had about six months to live.

I had once lost a child.

Since then, having Caleb's child had been my secret desire.

But in the end, I ended that life myself.

Given Caleb's disdain for me, maybe not bringing a child into this world was for the best.

I decided to spend my remaining months traveling the world,

With my parents' and child's ashes, living the rest of my life without Caleb.

I stood by my parents' grave, thinking long and hard, before finally deciding to call him.

The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.

"Caleb's cutting fruit for me."

"What's this about?"

"We've got an important meeting later."

"We both need our rest. Just tell me what you need."

I paused, my eyes falling on the urn in my arms, expression unchanged, and replied:

"It's nothing."

"Just tell him, when he's free, to come sign the divorce papers."

I hung up before she could respond.

I had once loved Caleb for ten years and tried to keep him in a marriage for five.

But I couldn't warm his heart.

Now, I was completely done.