"Rachel, your behavior today is no different from that of a lunatic. For the old times' sake, I will ask the lawyer to give you more property, but I'll have Mia's custody. I want you to stay away from Mia in the future. I don't want her to know that her mother is a lunatic!"

I suddenly laughed.

What a stupid fool Gary was!

The divorce agreement clearly stated that we only had to settle marriage property, no child custody included.

"Gary, have you ever thought about why Mia isn't here with me?"

Gary was stunned by my words.

Mia had always been inseparable from me since childhood.

He just frowned and said impatiently,

"It's a good thing that you didn't bring Mia with you. If she saw you like this, she would have psychological trauma for the rest of her life! You could have a good life, but you had to end that for such a small matter. I'm Mia's father, and I'll always be that. We have a close relationship, so why would she care so much about a birthday? You don't understand how much I've given up for her. I work so hard to make money so that I can spend more time with her in the future. But you, on the other hand, just moan at home every day and instill worthless ideas into her!"

Gary looked at me, looking sorry. When he was still trying to manipulate my mind, I yelled at him,

"Just drop the act! Your hypocrisy makes me sick! If you cared about Mia, you wouldn't leave the four-year-old girl at the beach. That's the beach, you know?"

"What's wrong with the beach? There was no shark or tsunami. Why are you making such a fuss? It's such a waste of time talking to you!"

Gary was utterly disappointed in me. He kicked Mia's urn hard.

As a result, the urn broke into pieces, and the ashes stuck to his shoes. In disgust, Gary kicked the urn away.

"No!"

I rushed over, but I failed to protect Mia. The ashes spread in the air and were carried away by the wind.

Gary's foot also landed on my lower abdomen.

I couldn't help but vomit blood.

Something warm flowed out from my lower body.

I lay on the ground helplessly, as if dead.

I raised my hand and grabbed at the air for a long time, but I couldn't grab Mia.

At that moment, my tears finally burst out.

I should have always stayed with my Mia. I shouldn't have left for the bathroom, and I shouldn't have left her grave.

I was overwhelmed by regret while my husband was still burying the dog.

Gary's sinister face told me that he wanted to kill me.