I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Yes, how had I not seen it before?
With a cold voice, I replied, "Sophie, let's find a time to get a divorce."
"Fine, but Emma is my daughter. I want custody. I'm afraid if she's with you, she'll starve!"
I didn't respond and walked straight out of the cemetery.
Just as I stepped outside, I heard the sound of digging behind me.
"This spot is nice; it's a good resting place for the baby," someone said.
Turning around, I saw two figures digging up the grave, revealing a dark red urn just barely exposed.
Sophie recoiled, covering her nose. "Who put this here? It's so unlucky!"
Ethan comforted her with a gentle pat on the back and reached for the urn, preparing to toss it away.
The urn sailed through the air in a graceful arc, its lid popping open mid-flight, scattering Emma's ashes across the ground like confetti.
In that moment, something inside me shattered completely.
I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to gather the ashes back together.
The rain poured down heavily, threatening to wash away the very soil of the cemetery.
Just as I managed to scoop some ashes into my hands, the rain washed them away, spilling through my fingers and merging with the mud below.
Sophie watched my futile attempts and snapped in frustration, "This isn't even your child's ashes! What are you doing?"
Ethan had just buried the Pomeranian puppy when he laughed mockingly.
"Sophie, your husband is just a nice guy! He thinks you like him this way, but little does he know, we got back together three years ago!"
A wave of shock washed over me, quickly followed by a deep sense of disappointment.
So they had reconciled long ago. No wonder Sophie had been spending less time at home and seemed indifferent to Emma and me.
As Ethan spoke, he looked at me with smug satisfaction, even mouthing the words "coward" in my direction.
I didn't care about his provocations, but he seemed addicted to taunting me, "Just divorce Sophie, and who knows? When your daughter grows up, I might even arrange a marriage for her with someone from the Hunter family. If that doesn't work out, she could always be a mistress."
At that moment, I could no longer contain my anger. My hands clenched tightly at my sides.
With one swift punch, I sent Ethan staggering to the side, his face twisting from the impact.
Although I had given up directing, I hadn't been idle; I had started a construction business.