The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 94

  • Chapter 3

  • Then inspiration struck. I threw myself across Dave’s body, wailing. “Baby, what are we going to do? If we don’t get you cremated before 11 AM, your soul won’t find peace!

  • The other families in the waiting room turned to stare.

  • 1 dropped to my knees, clasping my hands. “In my grandmother’s culture, there’s a belief that cremation has to happen before 11 AM, or the soul can’t cross over. Please. I’m begging you could we possibly go ahead of you?”

  • Some looked sympathetic, others skeptical, most just uncomfortable.

  • I pulled out my phone. “I’ll send each family $3,000 through Venmo right now.”

  • Money talks. They agreed immediately.

  • After transferring the cash, I wheeled Dave toward the cremation chamber.

  • I noticed his middle finger twitching. Still trying to flip me off, even at the end.

  • I leaned down and whispered, “Scared now, aren’t you? Should’ve thought about this before you

  • decided to screw me over.”

  • The crematorium technician asked me to wait in the lobby.

  • I pressed a thousand–dollar bill into his hand. “Please, let me stay with my husband until the very

  • end.”

  • “Rest in peace, darling,” I said sweetly as I helped slide him into the chamber and hit the ignition

  • button.

  • The flames roared to life.

  • Moments later, the doors burst open.

  • Carol and Mike had made it.

  • When Carol saw the flames through the chamber window, she collapsed in a dead faint.

  • Nightc

  • 80.3%

  • “Shut it down! He’s not dead? Mike showed, rushing toward the control.

  • I said

  • pronounced him dead and signed the

  • Want to explain that

  • Mike froze, trembling

  • saw dds coming

  • always be alive in our hearts,”

  • jail time if he admitted what he’d

  • license would

  • me worried there for a second,” the technician

  • was alive going in,

  • up inside

  • I jumped.

  • about that,” the technician

  • the heat. Happens all

  • “Oh, thank goodness!”

  • and I both knew better.

  • Dave’s final struggle.

  • doubled over and threw up.

  • of being an accessory to murder was hitting him hard.

  • okay there, doc?”

  • 80.5%

  • he gasped, collapsing to his knees.

  • back

  • collected Dave’s ashes and his belongings, then headed

  • down

  • had sold her house

  • double shifts at the diner and cleaning houses.

  • failed her

  • once everything’s settled, we’re going

  • young, and Mom had raised me solo, working three jobs to

  • my favorite meatloaf with mac and cheese–comfort food she rarely splurged

  • she mentioned

  • jackpot ticket last week–just a quick pick with

  • and printed it as

  • coffee table, but it

  • that someone had won $200

  • store.

  • my lucky ticket,” she chuckled sadly. “But what can you do?

  • ticket and checked the store

  • your ticket. We

  • won $200 million.”

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