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While my husband accompanied his pure love on a hot air balloon ride in Turkey, I knelt beside the bodies of our daughter and mother-in-law, sobbing uncontrollably.
When husband's pure love returned to the States, she waltzed right in and mistakenly drank the mother-in-law's ashes, thinking it was milk tea.
My husband, assuming it was our daughter's ashes, lashed out at me:
"So what if our daughter died! Why would you set up Britta like this?"
"Truly, a woman's heart is the most venomous!"
Upon learning the truth, my husband dropped to his knees in public, slapping himself dozens of times.
Gripping pure love's throat, his face twisted with malice:
"You bitch, spit out my mother right now!"

My Husband's Pure Love Mistook His Mother's Ashes for Milk Tea

Brent's lips quivered as he knelt before the urn, slapping himself hard across the face.


"Mom, I'm sorry. I've been such an unfilial son..."


"How could this happen? How could this happen..."


He muttered to himself, seemingly possessed.


Suddenly, as if remembering something, he violently grabbed Britta's shoulders, his expression dark:


"Why didn't you let me answer the phone? Why?!"


"I could have rushed back from Turkey to see my mom one last time!"


"It's all your fault. You seduced me, you..."


Britta's face turned red from being choked, and she shouted:


"Was I the one who stopped you from answering the phone? You didn't want to answer it yourself!"


Brent's eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to strangle Britta to death.


Watching him try to shift the blame, I found it laughable.


All along, Brent's feelings towards his mother-in-law had been complicated.


His mother-in-law had raised Brent single-handedly when she was young.


Chapter 5