Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

All eyes turned to the furious Matthew. An elderly neighbor spoke up. "What are you trying to do? You're a monster."

"Shut up!" Matthew roared, angrily approaching while pointing his finger at me. "Chloe, what more do you want? My mom is dead... Dead!"

He let out a hysterical yell, then angrily advanced. However, when he saw Atlas standing beside me, he abruptly stopped.

He glared at me and continued, "How dare you take her away? Do you want to ruin my family? I still have to handle the funeral. She has to stay to handle the funeral!"

My gaze was icy as I said, "Your mom doesn't want to see her."

I left the hospital with my family, leaving Matthew shouting behind.

Back home, my mom asked, "What about Grace's funeral? What should we do?"

I glanced at my mother, leaning weakly into her embrace. "Mom, we've already sent her off. She has a son. I've done what I could and what I shouldn't do, too. I have a clear conscience. It's enough now." Everyone understood what I meant and nodded.

took a step forward. "Don't overthink it. Matthew is nothing more than a monster. Melanie deserves any

won't overthink it. I have a tough battle to fight," I muttered and

to hold her familiar presence. I could only see Grace's face as I sat on the bed. Her smiles, tears, and kind words to me, even when she scolded me. Now, she was gone and would never

how short life was. It could be taken

forehead, the panic in her eyes, and the pain transforming into hatred. I even

pushed

bodyguard rushing toward her,

in the sound of a dull

so much more to say to you. I shouldn't have let you go like this. I didn't even get to fulfill

remembered her package. I took it out, paused, and then opened it

her change of clothes was the phone I gave her. I took out the clothes one by one. There was a bank book and

paper. It was a simple and plain letter written with crooked and slanted handwriting, as