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"Anthony, do you think I despise you?" Anthony inquired.

I remained silent.

"The mortuary reached out," I stated bluntly. "They mentioned you're interfering with their operations. Please leave."

He extended his hand, seemingly seeking assistance to stand. I didn't budge.

"The service is scheduled for two days from now. I've notified everyone. The grave site is prepared. Take a day to recuperate. You'll need your strength for tomorrow's cremation."

Looking up at me, he said, "Denise, can we reconsider the divorce?"

I couldn't suppress a laugh. He appeared hurt, but I was indifferent. It was darkly amusing.

"My feelings for you have changed, Anthony. I want to end our marriage."

He fell silent, slowly rising from the floor.

Upon returning home, I showered and retired to the guest room.

The following morning, law enforcement woke me with a call.

"Ma'am, there's been an incident. We need you at the station immediately."

"What's happened?"