I Signed The Divorce And Never Signed Back In Chapter 03
Wearing the restored necklace, I went to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers.
From a distance, I saw a crowd gathered around my mother’s grave.
It was Jason and Kimberly.
“Hurry up with the digging. This is so gross.”
My mother’s headstone had been smashed to pieces. The dirt was dug up and piled into mounds.
“What are you doing? Stop it right now.”
I ran over and stood in front of the grave. “Are you blind? This is my mother’s grave.”
“I know.” Jason’s voice was laced with reluctant sympathy.
“But Kimberly’s pregnant, and you know how much my mom cares about that baby. She hired a spiritual advisor. He said your mother’s grave gives off negative energy that could affect the baby.”
“Ellie, can you try to understand? If I make my mom mad, there’s no chance of us getting back together.”
I was too angry to speak. He took my silence as agreement.
He smiled and reached for my hand, looping his fingers through mine. “That’s my girl. When the baby’s born, you can be its godmother.”
I slapped him so hard it cut off his next words. I grabbed his collar.
“I don’t care about your baby or your problems. Nobody touches my mother’s grave.”
“What is wrong with you, Ellie?”
Kimberly stepped between us, all red eyed and wounded.
“You can’t have kids yourself, so now you want to curse mine to death? You’re disgusting.”
My fingers trembled as I gave a cold laugh.
“Kimberly, stop pretending in front of me. We both know who the real father of that baby is.”
Kimberly’s face went pale. She grabbed Jason’s arm and whined.
“Baby, my stomach suddenly hurts so bad. What if that old hag’s grave is what’s hurting our baby?”
Jason’s eyes flickered with concern. He immediately barked at the workers.
“What are you waiting for? Keep digging.”
“No.” I tried to stop them, but Jason grabbed my wrists.
“What is your problem, Ellie? You don’t get a say here. I bought this plot.”
That sentence knocked all the fight out of me.
I cried and sobbed as I watched them rip open my mother’s grave.
The dirt-covered urn was thrown at my feet. Jason finally let go of me, guilt flashing across his face.
“Alright, Ellie, stop crying. I’ll buy your mom a better plot somewhere else.”
He cupped my face and wiped my tears with his rough thumb.
“Being a Harrington wife means learning to be generous. I told you that two years ago.”
I held my mother’s urn close and wiped my eyes.
Then I looked at Jason and said, one word at a time.
“Nobody wants to be a Harrington wife. I’m already married. And as for being generous, I hope you remember that word when Kimberly’s baby is born.”
I turned and walked away. Jason’s angry voice followed me.
“What is that supposed to mean? Get back here and explain yourself.”
Kimberly’s tearful whimpers came right after.
“Baby, my stomach hurts.”
Jason didn’t chase me. He scooped up Kimberly and rushed her to the hospital.
I bought my mother a new plot, the best one I could find. Beautiful views. Flowers all year round.
My phone blew up with messages. All from Jason. Large wire transfers. Apologies. Explanations. Promises to divorce Kimberly as soon as the baby was born.
I didn’t reply to any of it. None of it mattered.
I just wanted to win the estate at auction and fulfill my mother’s last wish.