Chapter 3We Shared a Twin-Destiny System, Then She Was Gone Forever

A blinding rage overtook me. I surged forward, slapping the tiny urn right out of Bella's hands. It shattered on the marble floor.

"Your actual wife dies, and you don't even bat an eye! You mock her! But a damn turtle dies, and you book a luxury parlor and mourn it like it's your flesh and blood? Sebastian, you make me sick!"

Bella let out an ear-piercing shriek. "Ah! Tommy! My Tommy! Diana, why are you so evil?!"

I sneered. "I'm evil? Your turtle dying is karma! The ones who deserve to be in these urns are you two!"

To my shock, Oliver charged at me, his small face flushed with anger. "You bad woman! Don't you dare yell at my uncle and Bella! She loves her turtle like family because she has a kind heart! You have no right to be mean to her!"

I ground my teeth together. "Shut your mouth, you foolish little brat! Aunt Sophie loved you! She treated you like gold! And you repay her by defending these monsters? You're just as blind and ungrateful as the rest of this rotten family!"

Bella immediately stepped in, playing the saint. "Diana, please, don't yell at Oliver. I know you hate me. But you can't help who you fall in love with!"

She suddenly stepped closer, grabbing my forearm in a desperate, pleading grip. "I know you resent me, but please, leave us alone! The baby in my womb is innocent. Stop this... I'll leave Sebastian. I'll disappear forever."

Alarm bells rang in my head. I tried to yank my arm away, but before I could even apply force, Bella threw herself backward, putting on a pathetic display of being violently shoved.

Sebastian's face went white. He dove forward, catching her before she hit the floor. "Bella!" he screamed in panic.

Alexander erupted. He lunged at me, his fingers digging painfully into my arm.

"Don't touch me!" I thrashed against him.

Seeing me protect the urn, Alexander's eyes narrowed in disgust. He forcefully ripped the black box from my grasp. "Even now, you're still putting on this sick play!"

My heart stopped. Before I could scream, I watched helplessly as Alexander hurled Sophie's urn against the hard floor.

The ceramic shattered. The gray ashes spilled across the polished marble.

"Alexander, I'll kill you!" I shrieked, my voice tearing my throat.

I dropped to my knees, frantically trying to scoop the dust into my hands. But Oliver ran over and viciously kicked the broken pieces of the urn, scattering Sophie's ashes even further across the room.

All logic vanished. I lunged at the boy, my fingers wrapping tightly around his throat. He stared up at me, his eyes wide with genuine terror as he saw the murderous hatred on my face.

Alexander grabbed my wrists, twisting them painfully until I let go. He hauled me up from the floor by my collar.

His dark eyes boiled with a lethal fury. "Diana, you laid hands on your own son. You really have gone completely insane. Today, I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget."

He dragged me forcefully out of the room and shoved me into the dark, silent parlor next door. But as he stepped inside and looked at the empty, shadowy room, he hesitated for a fraction of a second.

His grip on my shoulder was bone-crushing. My arm felt like it was being ripped from the socket. Alexander looked at me like I was the most vile creature on earth, pinning me against the wall to force an apology for Bella.

"This is your last warning, Diana. If you don't apologize to Bella right now, I am filing for divorce."

A second later, Sebastian walked into the parlor, carrying a weeping Bella in his arms. He looked down at me like a god showing mercy to a peasant.

"Diana, no matter what twisted games Sophie played, she is still technically my wife. If you just get on your knees and sincerely apologize to Bella..."

My body shook with absolute fury. I leaned forward and sank my teeth deeply into Alexander's wrist. He grunted in pain and released me.

I darted toward the altar table at the front of the room. I grabbed the black cloth covering the center frame and ripped it away. With a scream, I threw the heavy wooden portrait directly at Sebastian's face.

"You all deserve to die! Every single one of you!"

The portrait struck Sebastian hard. "You think I'm lying? Open your damn eyes and look at whose funeral this is!"

Blood immediately began to trickle down Sebastian's forehead. The portrait clattered to the floor, landing face up.

Staring back at them was the beautiful, tragic face of Sophie.