Chapter 7
After my death.
My best friend appeared at the hospital.”
The last message I had sent her before I died was to ask her to fulfill one final wish for me.
Colin was like a hollow puppet, his eyes devoid of life, his face unshaven, as if he had aged ten years overnight. He tried to speak in his defense but found himself at a loss for words.
It wasn’t until my best friend, following my final wish, tried to take me for cremation that Colin’s expression shifted, his swollen eyes reddened.
“I beg you, you can’t do this!”
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My best friend’s eyes were filled with despair as she slapped Colin across the face, holding back tears. “You killed Hannah! You’re a murderer! What right do you have to be sad?!”
“You embraced another woman, you lay in someone else’s arms, you cared for your child–did you ever think about Hannah? Now she’s gone, and you’re pretending to be deeply emotional for her? Who are you fooling?”
Colin was like a lost soul, clutching his chest as he fell to his knees, crying uncontrollably.
He was the man I had once loved so deeply, but seeing him in such agony, I realized my heart hadn’t wavered in the slightest. When he protected Jessica and told me to be patient, my heart had already died long ago
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“If you truly loved Hannah, then give her a proper funeral.
My funeral was grand, as Colin honored me with dignity and buried me as my husband. All the relatives and friends who sought to rise by attaching to the Smith family came over, pretending to mourn.
My mother–in–law’s face was the most unpleasant. “Your son was just born. Why are you arranging a funeral for her? Isn’t it bad luck?”
She found it unlucky, so she didn’t even bring her grandson along.
Jessica demonstrated great generosity; even though she was physically weak after giving birth, she insisted on attending the funeral. Her pale face seemed as if she could
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collapse at any moment, but she still pushed herself to speak kindly of.
“Mom, Since Hannah has passed away, just let Colin have his way to accompany her on her final journey. Just let him be.” she said, her voice soft and gentle. She looked every bit the picture of a caring and virtuous woman–who could see her and not praise her for her grace and kindness?
Colin tore Jessica’s hand away, struggling to contain his temper. “Both of you, leave. Hannah wouldn’t want to see you.”
It was laughable. The man who had always told me to bear with things when I was alive suddenly seemed to care for me now that I was gone.
But if they left, what kind of ‘spectacle‘ would there be left to mock?
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I eagerly hoped my best friend would hurry up. I wanted to unveil these love rats ‘s true faces at my funeral.
In the church, a video was being played on the projector.
There were photos of Colin supporting Jessica, shopping for baby supplies together. Photos of them decorating their new home, strolling hand–in–hand in the neighborhood, and photos showing my mother–in–law doting on Jessica. Then came the photos of Jessica holding her newborn
son.
Every photo was one I had painstakingly taken with my own hands, despite my frail body. I had carefully arranged them. The hospital photos of Jessica had been taken by my best friend and included at the end
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Mom, what if Colin refuses to acknowledge this child?”
Jessica’s voice echoed through the room.
My mother–in–law arrogantly responded, “It’s his child; how could he deny it? Hannah is dead now. You just focus on being Mrs. Smith!”
A stir spread through the crowd. People who had always assumed my mother–in–law and Jessica were close, thinking it was out of friendship that she had taken such special care of her, now realized that Jessica was carrying the heir of the Smith family.
My mother–in–law, furious and embarrassed, shouted, “Who did this? Shut it off
immediately!”
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My best friend, with her fiery temper, stepped forward, her voice loud and accusing. “What’s this? You two–mother and son- were keeping a mistress behind Hannah’s back, and for her, you drove Hannah to her death, and now you’re in the right?”
My mother–in–law rushed at her, but how could she possibly compete with my best friend? She was quickly shoved to the ground, and in a panic, my mother–in–law shouted at Colin.
“Get her out of here! What are you standing there for?!”
I crouched next to Colin, watching as tears blurred his eyes, his body motionless, as though lost in thought. I wondered what was going on in his mind. He had become nothing more than a shell of a man.
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Perhaps he was remembering the countless nights I spent alone, abandoned by him, as I painstakingly gathered evidence of his infidelity.
I had even recorded a video.
