Chapter 4My Husband Faked His Death, So I Cremated Him for Real.

Their insults and baseless accusations continued. Scarlett and Tiffany stood on either side of me, completely blocking my view.

"Celeste Sterling, if it weren't for how much my brother 'loved' you, I'd call the police right now and have you arrested!"

"Celeste Sterling, you owe me my brother! You owe me my parents! May you rot in hell!"

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At that moment, my parents arrived. Seeing the bodies sprawled out, the blood everywhere.

My usually timid mother instantly collapsed onto the floor.

My father staggered, his face ashen.

My heart ached for them. My parents must have been terrified out of their minds.

The Thornes' scheme was truly wicked. Any decent person witnessing seven bodies sprawled out like this would be utterly traumatized.

In my past life, my family was utterly disoriented, manipulated precisely as the Thornes intended.

They had no idea they were slowly falling into a meticulously crafted trap.

Thinking this, a subtle, almost imperceptible curve touched my lips.

Even fate must have been disgusted by Derek's depraved actions, granting me this second chance at life.

If that's the case, I absolutely cannot squander this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I will meticulously erase every single stain of humiliation they inflicted upon me.

My gaze pierced through Scarlett's hair, seeing Derek lying on the floor in a comical, twisted posture, the red dye splattered from his mouth coated the floor, a gruesome, sickening sight.