Then he whipped around, his eyes like unsheathed blades ready to cut me to pieces: “Summer, if you don’t want your dad to die with his eyes open and rot in the wild, slap yourself and apologize to Vera.”
I looked at him desperately. A flicker of reluctance flashed in Jasper’s eyes, but he still scolded coldly: “You want your dad’s body rotting in the wilderness?”
With trembling hands, I straightened my hospital gown.
I humiliated myself, slapping my own face while apologizing to Vera.
The dull pain in my chest came in waves. Turns out when you’re in absolute despair, you can’t even make a sound when you cry.
The taste of rust filled my throat, my apologies rolling out mixed with blood. My last shred of dignity was torn to pieces.
When my face was swollen like a balloon and my vision started to blur, Jasper finally said “enough.”
I felt dizzy, and the last thing I saw was Jasper holding Vera as they walked away.
The next day, Jasper told me to attend Dad’s funeral.
I rushed over, only to see Vera in a red dress, casually holding Dad’s portrait: “Finally dead.”
“Smack!” She tossed my dad’s portrait on the ground like trash.
Her high heels stepped right over it, leaving a dirty footprint.
“No!”
I rushed over, trembling as I picked up the portrait and held it close, frantically wiping away the filth.
Then, “Pop!”
I turned around to see a table set up by the gravesite, covered with glasses.
Jasper was opening champagne, holding Vera’s hand as he slowly poured.
“Today’s a good day. The person you hated is finally dead. Promise hubby you won’t get angry and hurt yourself anymore.”
He wrapped his arms around her, lips kissing her ear.
The two of them were all smiles and sweet talk in front of the champagne tower.
That flash of red on Vera stung my eyes.
I charged over, screaming at them both: “Leave! Please leave my father’s funeral. I don’t want you here.”
The sky darkened with thunder and lightning.
Vera’s face looked even more sinister in the lightning flashes.
“Honey, this bitch is bothering me again.”
Just one soft sentence from her was enough to make Jasper’s face turn black.
“You idiot! You made Vera unhappy–don’t you want your dad’s funeral anymore?”
“You’ve tortured me countless times just to give my dad a funeral. He’s finally at peace. I’m begging you not to do this at his service.”
I held Dad’s portrait, sobbing uncontrollably.
21:02
5 Years His Caged Pet, Now His Regret Is My Revenge!
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Jasper just laughed.
“Summer, you know what burning bridges means? Think just ‘cause your dad’s buried, you can talk back to Vera? You’re wrong
He barked at his men: “Dig up that urn we just buried!”
“No!”
I ran crying to the grave to stop them, but those bodyguards were too strong–I couldn’t fight them off.
The sky turned pitch black as torrential rain started falling, drops pounding on me.
Like a ghost crawling out of water, I desperately tried to grab Dad’s urn from the bodyguards.
High heels clicked as Jasper held an umbrella for Vera, walking toward me step by step.
Vera reached out her slender hand, took the urn from the bodyguard, her long nails scraping across the wooden box before giving it a little flick.
“Crash!”
The ebony box hit the ground hard.
The moment the lid popped open, I could hear my own heart exploding.
The ashes scattered everywhere, quickly getting pounded into the mud by the heavy rain.
“Oops, slippery hands.”
Vera giggled, grinding the ashes with her shoe tip, the pearl–white ash sticking to her crimson soles.
I coughed up blood: “Stop!”
I threw myself into the muddy water, frantically trying to gather the ashes mixed with dirt.
Jasper hurried over to hold the umbrella for Vera.
“Let the servants do this dirty work. Don’t want you hurting your hands.”
He pulled her hand over to examine it carefully, then brought it to his lips to kiss.
“Feel better now? I made reservations at your favorite restaurant. Let’s get you some good food.”
But Vera giggled: “Wait!”
She pulled out her phone, filming me on the ground.
“Our house pet loves playing in the mud so much–perfect for posting on social media!”
I was already numb, slowly collecting Dad’s muddy ashes bit by bit.
The box was broken, so I had to take off my shirt to wrap Dad’s ashes.
But somehow this action set Vera off again.
