On My Mother's Funeral, My Wife Betrayed MeChapter 1

The day before my mother's funeral. My wife, Lucy Monroe, told me she was sending a colleague back home.

"Honey, I already promised him that and it would be wrong to break my promise. Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow for Mom's funeral."

That night, I called her, but it was her childhood sweetheart who answered, "Lucy is tired from driving and is sleeping now. Is everything okay?"

I was silent for a moment, then said, "Nothing."

The next day, I got a call from Lucy.

"Honey, today is Charlie's mother's 80th birthday. She's my godmother and it wouldn't be nice if I didn't go. Please postpone Mom's funeral for a few days until I get back."

I said, "Okay."

But it wasn't about waiting for her to come back to hold Mom's funeral, it was about a divorce.

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My mother's funeral went on as scheduled. I was busy all by myself. From unpacking the coffin, transporting the body, to the funeral, I personally handled every step. Today was Mom's last day on earth and I couldn't make any mistakes.

The guests offered their condolences and offered me their condolences. My uncles were furious knowing that Lucy didn't attend the funeral. They dragged me to her parents' home to ask how her parents raised their daughter.

But I stopped them immediately. Because there was no need to do so.

This morning, I saw Lucy's Instagram post. She was busy with Charlie's mother's 80th birthday celebration and her mind clearly somewhere else. She was there in body, not in spirit. It would have been better not to come.

I could have completed my mother's funeral alone. Looking at my mother's photo on the tombstone, I knew that this world had lost someone who loved me so selflessly.

After my mother's funeral, I immediately sent Lucy a message.

[Mom's funeral is over, all is well.]

Lucy didn't reply. Maybe she didn't even see it. Or maybe she saw it and didn't know how to respond. I didn’t know the answer either. But it didn’t matter anymore.

I found a law firm, asking about the divorce details and then entrusted the lawyer to handle it.

As soon as I got home, I received a video from Lucy. The video was packed with people, lively and cheerful, everyone's face beaming with joy.

Her phone rang, her voice excited, "Honey, you saw that! It's her 80th birthday, quite a long life."

I hummed.