The 13th Call to My Husband at the Crematorium novel Chapter 2

The next day, I got a call from Caleb.

His voice sounded impatient:

"Madison Blake, what's going on now?"

"I told you, Sophia is a colleague, we're here on business!"

"You called to upset her and then said you wanted a divorce because of her?"

"Do you think this is some kind of joke?"

Sophia was Caleb's favorite,

And Caleb, usually so sharp in business, couldn't see through this obvious lie.

In the past, I might have argued with him.

But now, I didn't care.

I quietly wiped the photo of my parents and replied:

"Fine. When do you have time to come back?"

"Let's handle the divorce."

There was silence on the other end.

I thought he was considering the financial split, so I reassured him:

"Don't worry, I won't take a dime. I'll leave with nothing."

I didn't have much time left to live, and Caleb's money repulsed me.

But Caleb clenched his teeth, angrily retorting:

"Madison, you're beyond help."

"Get it through your head— I'm not agreeing to this divorce!"

He hung up.

Caleb rushed in after hearing the commotion, but when he saw the ashes on the floor, he showed nothing but disgust.

Sophia, crying, explained:

"Caleb, I didn't mean it! I just got scared…"

Caleb, after hearing her, slapped me.

His voice filled with disdain:

"Who keeps ashes around after someone's gone? It's bad luck!"

That was when I understood.

The child was his, but because I carried it, he couldn't stand it.

So, on the day my parents died,

I ended the life of our child myself.