Chapter 3His Death, My Freedom

I didn't answer David. I just watched him fret and pace in circles.

David's parents were the last to arrive. As soon as they came in, they hugged David's body and began to wail.

"David, how could you just leave us like this? What will become of us?"

"What about Serena?"

Their cries were heart-wrenching, and many shed tears. It was then that everyone realized a life had truly been lost.

Chloe, the girl, crawled over then.

"You can hate me all you want, but please let David rest in peace first. It's all my fault."

"You can do whatever you want to me later."

She sobbed loudly as she spoke, which made David's ghost quickly float to her side to comfort her.

The entire room instantly burst into tears. Those who could cry, and those who couldn't, now tried to squeeze out a few tears.

But at that moment, I wanted to blast some celebratory music. I just couldn't shed a single tear, so I lowered my head and gently covered David with the blanket.

It was then that he suddenly realized something.

He stood beside me and asked, "Serena, you're not sad at all that I'm dead?"

Sad? Why should I be sad?

Just as he said, we had been together for over a decade, and he wasn't the only one who had lost feelings. I had lost feelings for him a long time ago.

In fact, David's young girlfriend had come to see me half a month ago.

She looked at me defiantly. "Are you David's wife? Are you as young and beautiful as I am? You're not good enough for him."

"You two should get a divorce quickly."

The young girl, blinded by love, came to confront me in a fit of passion.

I told her, "If you can convince David to get a peaceful divorce with me, I'll do it immediately."

I don't know how she resolved it, but she never came to find me again. The next time we met was in this hotel.

David's body was still lying on the bed.

Everyone was in a frenzy. Amidst the clamor, I spoke, "Let's send David for cremation first. The funeral arrangements still need to be made."

My in-laws were sobbing uncontrollably, clutching my hand and saying, "Serena, thank goodness for you."

I contacted the funeral home staff. After everyone arrived, I suddenly remembered that Leo was still at home.

He didn't yet know about his father's scandalous death.

I lowered my head and opened Daniel Anderson's chat. I typed and deleted lines of text until he sent a message first: "Serena, what's wrong?"

Only then did I send the message I had prepared: "Can you bring my son to the funeral home? Something happened to his dad."

He replied quickly: "On my way."