I was stunned by the dramatic turn of events surrounding Ethan Colin.
What shocked me even more was discovering his sexuality.
It appeared that his boyfriend might be a deceitful gay man, though I would hold off on judging the truth of the situation.
I resolved to reach out to Ivan without delay. As for Ethan’s situation, I planned to address it only after settling our daughter’s affairs.
Unfortunately, Ivan’s phone remained persistently unreachable.
I tried to stay patient, knowing that the time was drawing near and that it couldn't delay the scheduled burial.
I turned off my phone and followed the funeral director’s instructions to prepare my daughter for her final rest.
Just as I finished arranging her hair and was about to take another look, a loud commotion broke out outside.
Before I could even step out to see what was happening, I was suddenly pushed to the ground.
Blinding lights were shining directly in my face before I could react.
Ethan’s voice was sharp, and his eyes were filled with malice.
“Friends, this is the woman who’s been having an affair with my boyfriend! Take a good look at her—don’t hesitate to confront her if you see her again!”
“People like this need to be taught a lesson! I can’t imagine what kind of family raised someone so shameless. Are you pleased with yourself for stealing someone else’s boyfriend?”
Ignoring the pain in my scratched palms, I frowned in confusion.
“You must have the wrong person. I’m already married. This is my daughter’s funeral—please leave, or I won’t be so polite!”
Ethan sneered and taunted, “Affairs are something. Even when faced with such a tragedy, you remain so composed! Should we show her what’s what, everyone?”
He shoved his phone in my face and said, “Your daughter’s death is just the consequence of your affair. She didn’t deserve to live!”
I struggled to get up, burning with anger but trying to stay calm.
“If you say one more word like that, I’ll call the police. My daughter isn’t someone you can defame without proof!”
Ethan let out a derisive snort, pulling out another phone and opening the photo gallery. He raised it high for everyone to see.
“Look at this—these are the bills my boyfriend paid for you! Hundreds of thousands of dollars. What’s your excuse now?”
“You used my boyfriend’s money! You schemed to get pregnant by him and then forced him into marriage!”
When I didn’t answer, he flipped through more photos.