I endured the taunts and scorn of those around me as I bent down and picked up Liam's urn, holding it close to my chest. It's okay, baby. Daddy may not love you, but Mommy does.

Just as I was about to place the urn into the grave, Benny rammed into me with force, sending me stumbling backward. My grip loosened and the urn slipped from my hands, shattering into pieces upon impact. In a cruel instant, Little Treasure’s ashes spilled across the cold, unforgiving ground.

"Mom, are you blind? How can you be so careless?" Benny sneered, brushing imaginary dust from his designer suit. "Do you have any idea how much these clothes cost? My father bought them for me and now they're tainted with bad luck! Do you think you can afford to compensate me?" His voice dripped with arrogance and disdain.

I barely had time to process the horror of what had just happened before he pulled a water bottle from his pocket, its inside packed with cigarette butts. He tossed it toward me with an exaggerated smirk.

"Auntie, don’t say I’m heartless. Here, use this to collect your son’s ashes."

My hands trembled with rage as I turned to my mother-in-law, my last shred of hope clinging to the possibility that she might show a sliver of compassion. "Please," I whispered. "Help me get another urn. We need to keep Liam's ashes safe."

But she merely arched a brow, her lips curling in distaste.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped. "If you weren’t so useless, the urn wouldn’t have broken in the first place! That water bottle is good enough. Don’t expect me to waste money on that little ingrate. Now hurry up and bury him—I have a mahjong game to get to."

My breath caught in my throat. Before I could protest, Benny kicked me aside, scooped Liam’s ashes into the filthy bottle and carelessly tossed it into the grave. Without hesitation, the workers sealed the grave shut, burying my child in disgrace.

A scream of anguish built in my chest, but I swallowed it down, my body shaking with fury. How could they? How could they do this to my baby?

I turned and stormed into the funeral hall, searching for Willy. My heart pounded as I threw open the door—only to freeze in horror at the sight before me.

There, in front of Little Treasure’s altar, Willy and Sophia were tangled together, their bodies bare and shamelessly intertwined.