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On the third day after my death, the police dialed Vivienne's number: "This is the forensics department of the police station. Our condolences, the body matches your boyfriend's description..."
She was lounging in her new lover's arms, eating cherries. Her languid voice came through, wrapped in static.
"Fintan? We broke up ages ago. Just cremate him or whatever."
As the incinerator consumed the last bit of my skin, the on-duty officer called again.
"Miss Langdon, we need a family member to sign for the urn."
"What a hassle." She rushed to the funeral home, trampling on my ashes, her crystal nails tapping on the ceramic container.
The next moment, she actually scattered my ashes!
"Still putting on an act, aren't you? Aren't you tired?"

Ex-girlfriend Scattered My Ashes

Britta suddenly pulled out her phone. "Wanna see the security footage? The dump truck flipped over, and the person was crushed. Only half an arm left. Oh, and you're the one who picked up the urn, remember?"


Vivienne suddenly laughed, sending chills down my spine.


"You two planned this together, didn't you? Last time it was faking depression, this time it's faking death?"


She violently pinned Britta against the wall, gripping her neck.


"Bring him out! Or I'll make your whole family pay!"


I floated in mid-air, watching as Vivienne pressed Britta against the wall, her shirt collar askew.


"You think hiding him will keep me from finding him?"


A cold smirk played on Vivienne's lips.


"Once I'm done playing, I'll let you have what's left. But right now, I've got business with him—"


"Gotta keep him around to kowtow at your mom's grave, right?" Britta suddenly laughed, her knuckles white from clenching.


"Vivienne, you're the real idiot. You can't even identify your mother's killer correctly, let alone..."


Vivienne suddenly lashed out, and the two women instantly became a tangle of limbs.


I desperately wanted to break up the fight, but my fingers passed right through Britta's shoulder.


"You're pathetic!Britta was pinned to the floor, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth as she laughed. "Sleeping with your enemy every night..."


Vivienne raised her hand to strike, when suddenly the door burst open.


Her assistant's hand shook as she held up a tablet. "Ms. Langdon, we found the crash footage of Mr. Shaw's accident, and... the autopsy report."


I drifted over to glance at the screen. Tsk, the sight of my Tesla flying off the road in that footage was truly horrific. Vivienne remained frozen with her hand raised, like a rusted robot.


"What autopsy?" Her voice was barely audible, her eyelashes not even flickering.


The assistant was on the verge of tears. "When Mr. Shaw had his accident, they detected a massive dose of neurotoxin in his system..."


Britta suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face. "Did you hear that?"


Vivienne abruptly snatched the tablet, her fingers frantically swiping across the screen.


I saw her pupils constrict violently as she stood there in shock.


Britta stumbled to her feet, half of her ponytail coming undone.


She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then suddenly flashed a cold smile. "Vivienne, take your dog and get the hell out of my house."


"Who do you think you are!Vivienne bolted towards the study like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly going berserk.


I hovered in mid-air, rolling my eyes at the photos strewn across the table—all high-definition, uncensored shots of my car accident scene, blood splattered everywhere.


When did that little brat Britta develop such a morbid hobby?


Vivienne's hands trembled as she clutched the photos, her eyes nearly popping out of her head: "How could this happen?"


On the screen, my BMW was performing a three-and-a-half aerial twist, the angle even more comprehensive than the traffic police's files.


Britta leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed: "He made his last phone call to me."


That day, I had indeed managed to grab my phone in the ambulance, but my throat was full of bloody froth.


I had tried to call Vivienne too, wanting to hear her voice one last time, but she had blocked me.


My hand had accidentally touched Britta's contact list and dialed her number.


I finally spilled the secret I had discovered.


"It was Levi who killed your mom." Britta's words landed like a bomb.


"Bullshit!" Vivienne shook, still holding the photos."How could Levi possibly—"


"He was the last person your mother saw before she died."


Britta suddenly pulled out a USB drive from behind the picture frame.


Chapter 4