Delivering My Son's Ashes to His Father's Party - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The hunger in Tyler's eyes was unmistakable.
I knew he was waiting—desperate for me to say yes.
In the past, I would've caved for the sake of this so-called family. But now? The whole thing felt like a sick joke.
"Ridiculous, Tyler. Absolutely ridiculous," I spat. "Charlie's dead. You think this is still a family? That there's anything left here worth holding onto?"
Every word was a blade, sharp and deliberate. I wanted him to feel it—to finally understand that he was the one who shattered everything.
But Tyler, stubborn as ever, wasn't done. His eyes burned red, raw with pleading.
"Wendy, please." His voice cracked. "Charlie's gone. I can't lose you too."
He took a shaky breath. "I know how much he loved you. How happy he was when he was with you. I can't make it up to him anymore, so let me make it up to you."
His words twisted into something pathetic. "We've spent half our lives together. Just—just let me do this. Let me ease my guilt. Please."
A cold laugh tore from my throat. "Oh, Tyler." I let the name drip with venom. "You really think that highly of yourself, don't you?"
I stepped closer, my voice a razor's edge. "Why the hell would I care about your guilt? You don't deserve peace. You deserve to rot in it—every damn day for the rest of your miserable life."
No hesitation. No looking back. I brushed past him and walked away.
Once, Tyler's every mood dictated mine. His happiness was my mission; his pain, my burden to carry. I swallowed every injustice, bent myself into knots just to soothe him.
But now?
Now he was nothing. Just the man who killed our son.
And monsters don't get forgiveness.
"Wendy—" His voice broke behind me, but he didn't follow.
Good. Let him choke on the silence.
I knew he was waiting—desperate for me to say yes.
In the past, I would've caved for the sake of this so-called family. But now? The whole thing felt like a sick joke.
"Ridiculous, Tyler. Absolutely ridiculous," I spat. "Charlie's dead. You think this is still a family? That there's anything left here worth holding onto?"
Every word was a blade, sharp and deliberate. I wanted him to feel it—to finally understand that he was the one who shattered everything.
But Tyler, stubborn as ever, wasn't done. His eyes burned red, raw with pleading.
"Wendy, please." His voice cracked. "Charlie's gone. I can't lose you too."
He took a shaky breath. "I know how much he loved you. How happy he was when he was with you. I can't make it up to him anymore, so let me make it up to you."
His words twisted into something pathetic. "We've spent half our lives together. Just—just let me do this. Let me ease my guilt. Please."
A cold laugh tore from my throat. "Oh, Tyler." I let the name drip with venom. "You really think that highly of yourself, don't you?"
I stepped closer, my voice a razor's edge. "Why the hell would I care about your guilt? You don't deserve peace. You deserve to rot in it—every damn day for the rest of your miserable life."
No hesitation. No looking back. I brushed past him and walked away.
Once, Tyler's every mood dictated mine. His happiness was my mission; his pain, my burden to carry. I swallowed every injustice, bent myself into knots just to soothe him.
But now?
Now he was nothing. Just the man who killed our son.
And monsters don't get forgiveness.
"Wendy—" His voice broke behind me, but he didn't follow.
Good. Let him choke on the silence.
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