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Son dies in car accident while delivering cake to husband.
With trembling hands, I repeatedly dial my husband's number.
The one who answers the phone is his first love, Melody.
"sister, Zoran's still sleeping. Is there something you need?"
Before I can speak, Zoran's sleepy voice comes through,
"It's Melody's birthday today. Whatever it is, let's talk tomorrow."
Holding our son's urn, I call my husband, "Zoran, let's get divorced."
My husband, just fooling around with his first love, dismisses me impatiently,
"As you wish."

Husband Uses Son's Life to Celebrate First Love's Birthday

I quickly dodged, feeling very angry inside.


Before I could finish speaking, the box in my hand was knocked to the ground.


It was Zoran, who had somehow snuck up behind me and helped Melody knock over the box.


He sneered, "I bet Melody's design drafts are in there, you......"


Looking at the grayish-white powder spilled on the floor, my heart was bleeding.


I don't know where I found the strength, but I reached out and pushed Zoran away.


My head was buzzing, and I couldn't hear a word they were saying.


With trembling hands, I crouched on the ground, trying to scoop the powder back into the box.


Just then, Melody's self-righteous voice rang out,


"I thought it was something important, turns out it's just some cheap flour."


"As expected from an orphanage brat, not only do you treat flour like treasure, but you even dare to push big brother Zoran down."


Chapter 6